Know the words are real
If I could write a poem, just expressing how I feel, then read it to my Velvet Rose so she could see its real
Read to her the stanzas, that carries my desires within each line, telling her how I dream of her and wish that she was mine
Spilling out my feelings, a chance to open up and pour out my heart, explaining how I constantly think of her, though we're worlds apart
A poem full of firey passion, blazing like my desires flame, expressing how she inspires me, to write and write again
Dreams and scenarios, run wildly through my restless mind, from the loving and romantic, to the naughty kinky kind
A chance for her to look into my eyes, to see my words are real, to feel my heartbeat bang out her name, so she could see and feel
If I could write that poem, my best poem of all time, I'd send it out through time and space, then have no need to rhyme
Because I couldn't write a better piece, explaining how I feel and she would have read my open heart and know the words are real
THE KINKY POET
