Poetry, like love, created when hearts and minds collide.

When any worry of inadequacy is reassigned to one side.

The pen caressed with a sensuous stroke,

Delightfully reliving thoughts that memories evoke.

 

In a world of words, many thoughts combine,

Erotic displays, dirty dancing with rhyme.

The cursive quill stimulates two lovers entwined,

A rhythmic embrace, with emotions aligned.

 

Metaphors whisper, such a seductive plea,

Verses undress, revealing their mystery.

Linguistic pleasures with their passion ablaze.

Alluringly, a sweaty two line couplet phase,

 

Stanzas enmeshed, consonants and vowels conjoined,

Syllables linger. Carnal pleasures purloined.

Imagery blooms from erogenous thoughts,

Snacking the garden, aroused desire exhorts.

 

Rhymes pulse a heartbeat sweet,

Poetic rendezvous, where emotions meet.

Limbs interlaced, cadence slowly rises then sinks,

Creating an iambic passion, with desires fully inked .

 

Let verses dance, a lyrical connection,

The art of words, deep oral affection.

Metaphors tease with delicate foreplay,

Excited by assonance, a syllable buffet.

 

Stanzas unfold, from their rhythmic caress,

The poetry of moment and emotional congress.

In the act of writing, there’s a union found,

A poetic intercourse, spurious meanings abound.

 

Lines and love entangled, a sweetened surrender,

Animalistic moments add subtlety to an agenda

Scrolled parchment and ink, a metaphoric pair,

Intense intimacy a fully hardened sensual flair.