3 years ago. February 5, 2021 at 1:46 PM
Off the page
Oh to climb off this page, to slide inside your bed, to be the person touching you, not just this poem being read
My hands doing the things I write, touching all your skin, feeling every single curve, not just be some words within
Words within a poem, a seductive messege wrote in rhyme, to be your lover not a writer, so I could make you mine
Wrap my arms around you, share your love for real, instead of only dreaming, writing poetry on how our love might feel
My lips touching yours, of making love with you I write, but I would give up my poets life, just to spend a single night
One night of us being real, not just stanzas, loving words written formed in line, I dream of coming off this page to really make you mine
THE KINKY POET
