Touching you instead
When you read my poetry, I hope you release some sighs, I hope your hands move across your skin, heading between your thighs
Only stopping at your nipples, I hope they harden to your touch, you play there for a little while, before going to your crutch
You give nipples a little twist, you get excitement from the pain, endorphins rush right through you, firing pictures in your brain
Images of a poet, touching you, sharing a forceful kiss, taking you with passion, or at least that is my wish
Ravenous with hunger, i sends my hunger wrote in rhyme, sent to make wer and horny and to think of me sometime
Think that your hands are mine, as you excite each sexual nerve, let my fingers take your place, dancing on each curve
So when you're reading poetry, getting aroused when you're in bed, close your eyes and think it's me, touching you instead
THE KINKY POET