She Made Love To Me With Poetry
She made love to me with poetry
Rhyming erotic terms
Descriptively and explicitly
Painting a scene that made me squirm
The rhythm of her words
Moving like the lovers she described
With each passing stanza
I grew hotter deep inside
I was building to a climax
Simply by her words upon my screen
Delicately yet deliciously woven
Erotic but not obscene
My heart palpitated
Sweat built up on my brow
I had never been moved like this before
But her words did it to me somehow
She made love to me with poetry
A ballade I’ll never forget
Who knew that you could be seduced
By someone you never met
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