For real
I wish I could reach out and touch you across the cosmic plain and I'd wake up from a sexual dream and you would still remain
I'd find you next to me, snuggled up comfy in my bed, instead of existing in stanzas, in poems from my head
When I touch your body, I would feel your sexual heat, I'd feel you wrapped around me, my life would be complete
I'd take you to dinner, show the world we are as one, I'd hold you tight within my arms, until we'd greet the morning Sun
My kisses would rain down on you, falling gently on your skin, I'd slowly part your gorgeous thighs, searching for the wetness held within
I'd run my lips across your petals, slide my tongue into your slit, make deep penetrative circles, around your swollen clit
We would make love throughout the night but this time it would be real, instead of dreams and poems, I'd find out how you feel
THE KINKY POET