A POET’S DESIRE
I meant not to corrupt
Your innocent mind
With my illicit rhyme
But there are verses
In need of a home
Found your innocence
Naked and alone
Feel my thought erection
Make love to your
Soul’s provocative perfection
With my mind’s perversion
Never ending
Your desires I’m deeply
Penetrating
Read my scribe
Feel them linger
Tracing your core
Like moistened fingers
Words dripping sweet
Like a melody sung
Enjoy the delight
I share of my tongue
Sensual and erotic
I open your mind’s chasm
Bring you to a poetic
Orgasm
I meant not to court
Your dreams
I found you nude
On my mind
In a visual scene
Accept this proposal of
My thought’s arousal
Allow me to enter
To kiss your center
Allow me to shed
Whilst your dripping mind
I eagerly spread
Until I’m sedated and you’ve been
Poetically penetrated
© Markus Fleischmann
About the Author
I’m a writer, a poet, a starlit night sky dreamer
Who finds wonders and marvelous adventures in each passing day, each leaf is a poem waiting to be written, each whisper of wind a verse screaming. I’m also a human being, a son, a brother and a lover.
I work a trade job as a general contractor and I enjoy life to the fullest but writing is and always will be the fire that burns inside me, my passion, my calling, my reason of being.
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I wrote this piece to show that the act of intemacy can be perceived in different ways and must not always depict in a physical means for intemacy and sensuality can also be of one’s mind and soul
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