LADY POET

I sit, and I listen … sitting north, facing south
I hear the words that are coming out of the mouth –
Of a Prolific Poetess as she crafts ingenious flows
Brushing my cheek with a rhyme; holding my hand with lines of prose
Her words have me open like the walls of a broken dam
Her locution is sweeter than wheat toast with jelly and jam
Her diction touch parts of me, of which no man denies
At points the inclination of her words cause me to close my eyes
I’m massaged by the voice of this spoken word vixen
Pulled by the gravity of her oratory, Lady Poet is fixin’ –
To concoct a cocktail of wit, satire and vulgar talk
Which has me glued to my seat … unable to walk
She moves with her poem with no cause for alarm
Her syntax wrap around me like a hunters net, with the intent to disarm –
My masked insecurities … my stern veneer and defensiveness
To break me down with soft words, with intensive jest

Her words resonate from within and without
As I sit here, seduced by the words of the mouth –
Of the Lady Poet who weaves her verbal thread
With the carnal wit and wisdom that I can’t get out of my head
Inflections of her voice leads to climax, crests and crescendo
Verbs and adjectives that bounce from her tongue … incited innuendo
From the lips of the Lady, her words find their way to my gut
She strokes my spirit, makes love to my soul, and makes my mind bus’ a nut
Floating on every verse, I levitate to another plane
I’m like a heroine addict with the needle still in my vein
I’m elated to the point to where, now, I’m enamored with this dame
Worked by a Lady who would put others to shame
She pulls out of me desire and lust, with her creative license
She makes my heart skip a beat with lines punctuated in silence
With verbal exclamation marks, I feel venerated
Feeling as satisfied as though her vulva walls, I penetrated

My mind goes places and mills about
When I hear the words that are coming out of the mouth –
Of a Lyrical Lovely that works her ways
Leaving an imprint on my mind that stays for way more than just days
But for weeks months and years with a poetic fabric that girds
Stirring my mind to intercourse and fucking me with her words
She is the word witch who casts her spell
I am her man bitch, for hers are the incantations for which I fell
Her rhyme her siren song which she sings very well
Her meter and forum are perfect with words clear as a bell
She gyrates with a metaphor and grinds with a hyperbole
She makes love to me with an onomatopoeia and has sex with a simile
Her allure is poetic … it causes my head to lean
Her charisma is far from pathetic … pathetic by no means
Her charm is authentic, and touches me to the core
Her appeal is magnetic, and attracts me like iron ore

I’m sprung to no end … without a doubt
Bathed by the words coming from the mouth –
Of a Poetic Diva whose words are sweeter than cider
That weaves her words like the web of a black widow spider
Before I knew it, I was caught in a snare of poetic disclosure
Trying to pull away, I could not, but she got closer and closer
And when she close enough to touch without seeing
She injected me with her verbal venom and paralyzed my very being
I’m eaten alive with every line and every syllable
I’m consumed by her seductive speech, and like good soil, I’m tillable
She has her way with me in deed and in name
She provokes a conjugal response without touching my physical frame
Mesmerized, I mentally ejaculate because she brought me to that place
I twitch and I squirm, manifested by the look on my face
She masterfully made me cum with seduction slow, not abrupt
Speechless, and gathering my thoughts, her words really fucked me up

Written by: K-JiO
© 2007