Dear PoetA Poem by Samantha ~virginpoeta response to Dear Poetry A poem in the form of a letterDear Poet,
I have held you up to the light and seen inside your broken heart Did you know your soul is made of ink? Oh Poet, At night I swear I can hear you wanting my words to penetrate you and I wonder if I should push it H A R D E R all the way down your throat or let nature take its course by waiting until passion is stuck in just the right way so they can hear you screaming a true meaning in sighs before you slip back into a self-induced ink coma Poet My Poet, What will you ask of me next? Its not my fault you have a verbal addiction a fetish for words by ways you mentally masturbate reflecting on previous masterpieces the fuel for devious inspiration Lovely Poet, My sexy masturbating muse if I say that I'm not trying to occupy all your time I'd be lying Please come to me Poet! I am poetry seeping through the windows of your essence I lay on frail paperless wings I want to bring about fluctuations in your blood pressure Dear Dear Poet, I Am Poetry with oral tones that create prisms of universal sounds I am a thousand verbal vibrations escaping in a cascade of words My Dear Poet My Love, You are the melody of ink licking paper in smooth seductive hues of warming kisses and tight embraces upon the grace of faint breaths in unison expressing yourself through a true blue poetic heart Erotic Poet, Lay with me upon this paper tonight slow roll those hips spread yourself on me letting fluidity flow between hidden letters and dusty phrases leaving breathless speech wrapping the mind in sheets Poet Mon amour, You are a strange creature I fell in love countless times I could count them in every syllable of hidden rhyme in every drip drip of ink and cryptic metaphor Oh love, float your love around me feeling in multi-faceted Ink I shall not stop till I have tasted your whole body in every drop I love you, Poet, You have shown me the meaning of devotion and how love can be a form of creation You have created entire worlds- Beautiful and Amazing worlds Poet! I want you inside out Between my fingers and at the brim of my lips Poet! Let me tare you apart and De-format you Because everything beautiful is never perfect and my sex is Lyric Ode Epic Blank-verse in free style course You're Beautiful, Poet Even after I have deflowered you and your ink dries up you still take quill in talented hand and flow with life force You bled ink like i-chor and flashed a smile for my benefit as I mutilated what I found inside you Why Poet, Are you so submissive? You let me do whatever I want to your inner structure I have perfected the art of bondage you are beautiful in knots tied to me in complete servitude slave to my every whim at my Beck 'n Call you run Listen Poet, They will want you to perform to be a spoken word artist They will want you to enunciate every word But only I know of your speech impediment The way you write better than you speak how your voice s-s-s-stifles you and your hands shake the way your breath catches and your lips flutter you stutter like there's a moth between your lips Breathless Poet, Don't be shy Its a passionate language written first by lovers with a touch a kiss or long loving gaze written upon the soul Poet my Love, We are written seared to soul we are one forever and eternity Lost Poet, You dissolve disappear throw yourself away for me Cling to me and shudder You hide your face but I want to see Just who you are when my tender touch turns brutal with need Broken Poet, You have arms like mine Shining bruises Bite marks Mar-ring scars tied to a chair with wrists crossed over bloody hearts Just the type of virgin to mirror the moon I know your dark side your dirty girl sighs Speak Poet, I want to hear your many (((moaning))) voices Like an orgasmic wave through a soul scape of perfectly formed lips Poet Shut Up! I'm tried of you whining over loneliness and lost love and your virginity Ill make you bleed ink absorb your flow drink it in lick it up Cherry Queen Strawberry Dacre I hate you Poet, You taste so damn good it feels like a desert I'm deathly thirsty Where have you gone why have you abandoned me claiming writers bock has a lock on you A halt in artistic flow launched and assault on you fight back Hiii-Yahhh! Butterfly kick in a Wushu warrior way Poet Dear Poet, You've come back to me you fought and won the battle and escaped the clutches of the demon writers block Welcome back to the influence of ink I Love you Poet, Take my fingers and my heart and turn them into a clever stanza A True Poet can twist and from the word love having never written the actual word itself True True Poet, Rapture me Deliver me Bend me Twist me Free me Eternally Yours Poetry By Samantha Campbell © 2011 Samantha ~virginpoetAuthor's Note
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