Mesmerized
When people see me at a distance I wonder if they can tell, that I'm a erotic poet, whose held under a kinky hypnotic spell
When they chat and are up real close, can they see it in my eyes, even though I'm listening, I'm still thinking of her rose hidden between her gorgeous thighs
With lines and stanzas building, my adoration for her begins turning into rhyme, expressing how I'll adore her until the end of time
Does it show on my everyday face, is it visible when I'm rolling in my chair, that I'm ravenous for her pussy, wether it's shaved or if it's full of curly hair
I wonder if she knows how the way she makes me feel, does she know of my obsession, does she know my desires for her are so real
When I'm thinking of her my words form into a romantic or kinky rhyme, I get scenarios playing in my mind, in these stolen moments she is mine
My desires for her are a constant, I'm mesmerized by her sexual spell, take a look deep into my eyes, I'm sure that you could tell
THE KINKY POET