Seduce me with your words,
verbs draped across my breasts,
suggest...
anything.
Just suggest.
Murmur meanderings into my neck.
Wreck mediocrity with a subtext,
hex spells upon me
free spirit with prose,
expose tongue twisters to my toes,
so I can feel your wet wordy lap
tap ten digital code rap.
Sap soaked in your graffiti,
defeat me, shout out
doubt me with your mouth. Make me from your song.
Long longing , belonging near, where I can hear,
sheer seduction as you satiate.
Wait...-
please.
Just wait.
Tense, thriller panting,
chanting rhythmic rhymes dancing,
entrancing passion advancing,
chancing whispers light breeze,
tease lips atop lips as they move,
smooth over eachother,
smother the world outside,
slide into the library of us,
...Hush.
Tina my luv...you've outdone yourself on this one!!!!
I can't imagine how Shakespeare ever found the time to write anything...he must have been so busy seducing the female population with his flowery prose!
It's always a delight to read your poems I've known about writer's cafe for years but was to involved with running Lit to join. That no longer being the case this Cafe seems like a lovely home- Us lit refugees need to stick together:)