Unfasten Her Wings

Poetry smiles with a seductive glint
fastened to the colourful swirls which dance
in her eyes right down to her thighs; wet words.
With a wild grin I slap her firm language
and strip her down to the flesh curled warm winks,
my verse is as hard as an adjective,
her lips as soft as a noun; opening
with the promise of sweet discovery.
There is the fresh scent of ink in the air
as I dribble salted verse from the end
of my anticipation's rhythmic wind,
and I slip to my knees and push aside
the curtains; twirls of silent prose catch light,
with a quick stroke of artistic pleasure
I find myself drinking her perfumed sighs.

I gasp as the poet delightfully
whips words into wetness that I so crave,
bedded smiles rock swift imagination,
my title swerves as he feeds me his lines,
I open up wide, take his metaphor,
swallowing every juicy syllable,
throaty moans and sighs fling about the air
and land in his eyes as he watches me,
my lovely form appearing before him,
up and down his cries of wicked pleasure,
I kiss him as my lithe movement crashes
down his page of lust and spills shooting stars.
I'm poetry, he's tied up, he's my slave!
I am his master but I lose control,
he flicks epics into me with passion.

Warmth somersaults from the cave's rushing falls,
spectacular senses strike the spirit's
display; a colour-coordinated
release of desire's futuristic need,
and a ripple of cool motion is still
in progression as orgasmic shivers
serenade her body's welcomed purpose.
Insatiable bliss unfastens her wings
as frantic fever-pitch notes ring in minds;
spiralled sultry twirls of sticky stanzas,
scribbled emotional complexity
roams the hiatus of intimacy ~
canteens are filled by the mouth's vine-like curves
while exploration devours the muscles;
tensed, relaxed, sensuality's whispers.