I make love with my poetry

It begins with a word...

Which turns into
My own sensual foreplay

It explodes
All my emotions
Making me cum
With poetic flow


I sway with my pen
And stroke it
My phallic
Symbol

Placing it gently
In my mouth
While thinking


My imagination contorts
With the ejaculation
Of words I spew forth

I make love to my poetry......

It makes love to me.....




Saturday night

I will make love
To a captive
Audience

While I speak
And read each erotic write.....

They lose themselves


They find themselves
In my performance

They hold tight

Understaning the power

Of the spoken word





Tammy