Building in the night
Awake in the dead of night, all alone and laying on my bed, snippets of poetry pop in and out my head
A line here a few words there, slowly stanzas begin to form, I will have a poem about you before I greet the dawn
Some stanzas will be soft and gentle, some kinky and quite rough, all paying homage to you, though i can't seem to write enough
Saying how I adore your beauty, how your curves have me hypnotised, how I'd love to spend my life nestled in between your thighs
Lines filled with adoration, words coming from deep within my heart, saying how you're on my mind, though we're dreams apart
Statements describing your body, naming certain parts of you after flowers, I could ramble on forever, my poems could go on for hours
But soon they fall into line, each word finds its natural place, I just hope when you read them, they put a smile upon your face
THE KINKY POET