This is Not a Love Letter

This is not
a love letter
this is a confession
from my soul

When you touch me
with your words
my heart comes
to a full stop
that pen of yours
is addictive like crack
Keeps me coming back
chasing that high
having withdrawals
when I'm not with you

They say curiosity
killed the cat
well I guess that
Dr. Death is calling me

As I read your words
moistening me wet
with every stanza
more intense than you know
the way you touch me
and play with my soul

Baby I look forward
to reading your words nightly
it's something about the way
you think outside the box
that excites me
inspires me
to write
more often
far beyond
this passionate
poetic interaction
you give me
mental satisfaction

I try to keep
my infatuation
for you held inside
well hidden from you

I guess you can call this
a poetic crush
just a few steps
away from lust
Step Step Step
I'm lusting after you

When you comment
on my writes
it makes me blush

My heart
is ready
to explode
passive
aggressive
borderline
obsessive

Falling for you
wasn't part of my plan
but it's out of my control
you found the secret
passage to my soul

Captured by your words
Filling me with words
my pen is ready to explode

Prolific not sadistic
going ballistic
beating the statistics
graphic with the specifics
realistic never simplistic
with a mystic aura
that hovers over me
like a shadow of darkness
don't blame me
my pen chose to start this
I'm just following it's lead
trying to keep up as it changes speed
unaware of the destination

Inside my pen
is an inferno of heat
instantly getting
your insides hot
so pull up a seat
and brace yourself
for this attack
tongue tactics
lipsynching
acrobatics
and witness
what this
burning pen
emotes

Flesh rubbing against flesh
meshing our souls
suspended in your loving embrace
savoring the sweet taste
rest up man you will be down for days

Touch my heart and heal my soul
kiss me gently on my cheek
keep your loving coming non-stop
I'm hear to recreate your wet dreams
hold me tight as my knees get weak

Captivated by your poetic bliss
guilty of being flirtatious
you illicit a warm sensation
within my heart
burning through my body
got me yearning for your body
passionate in my approach
maneuvering through a billow of smoke
trying not to choke on my words

Baby you got me
intrigued by your style
like Ive had my eyes
on you for awhile
got me fantasizing
about you non-stop
I love that little thing
you do with your tongue
the way you speak
your accent is so fancy
so hot it gets me weak

My words your rhyme
made our spirits soar
to new plateaus and peaks
what a sight to see
two poets making beautiful
breathtaking Poetry

Even knowing our hearts
resided in separate destinations
foolish was I to dream beyond reality
unwilling to accept our reality
will never be more than a dream

I should've kept my feelings
bottled up inside
I wish you knew
the things you do to me
seducing me with your poetry

Ive never been a fan of censorship
unable to prevent the realness
from escaping my lips especially
when I'm feeling poetic

I'm the seducer
and the seduced
contorted visions
images distorted
blurry in a purple haze

I'd never tell
that its you
In mind
who dwells
lost in my dreams
tip toeing though my fantasies
illicit thoughts
of you on my sheets
heavy tongued
and mighty gripped

I must remember to breathe
as I try not to choke on my words

By Samantha Campbell

Reviews

[The Rock And Roll Cowbo..]

far beyond
this passionate
poetic interaction
you give me
mental satisfaction

I think an intellectual stimulation is most important in a relationship... it can heighten all phases of a relationship and help it to last so much longer. This is really deep and intense. Amazing work.

[Forest Green]

What a privileged place the writer found within your consciousness...a true addiction in the making.

Nice effort...

Steel

[Rose Masen]

This was beautiful. The flow never let up, it was soothing and strong and spoke many things; even beyond the length of this piece.