She gives good head, the poetess

because her mouth is full of poems

and her inspiration is love.

Words spill out of her when she comes.

Her breasts are a rhyming couplet.

The poetess is good in bed,

her pillows are full of soft vowels

and her eiderdown’s a sonnet.

“Make me rhyme” she says.

“Show me a good time”

(for her poems are not very good today.)

“Lay me on the blank sheet,

and write I love you

all over my pale skin.”

she says.

Her foreplay is a tidal wave of adjectives,

she holds the pen firmly,

she makes the page her own

and every time she makes love

it’s a poem.