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“Now” that I got you once again
lets begin this erotic episode
like an open book I peruse pretty pages
placing your legs on my shoulders
with your submission preparing to dip
my pen.is in my hand close to your inkwell
uncapped and fully extended at the tip
getting back to the positions of comfort
exploring your thick lovely curves
using words that are silently felt
the way your body trembles
lets me know that they were heard
lengthy writing as I tap your pad pondering deeply
leaking thoughts that I remember
pleasurably stunned by your ability
displaying the wild ways in which you’re so limber

.............Once Again............

Back to familiar wonders
ballpoint lyrical urges
ink flowing pen.is surging
going down under your control
awaiting eruptions I surrender totally
to feel right writing in your poetry
“Now”
I’ll release concepts like orgasms
achieving satisfaction in that

.............Once Again............

you allow me the privilege of being royalty
your King in pleasing your needs
fulfilling the wishes of a Queen
this is where I start to feen
writing on your pages
my favorite cuisine
for you mentally I dine
on the substance between the lines
letting my imagination go
this is where my pen strokes follow your curves
my verbs give your nouns reasons to cum back

poetic illusions dream of becoming reality
while reality waits for illusions to fade
longing , desire and crave flickering on the tip of my pen.is
*between the arches of your lower back*
pretty are your nouns the subject of my affection
Hot caressing verbs taking instinctive actions
providing the back of your poetry with stimulation
pen.trating verbally keeping your pad wet

.............Once Again............

literally I do it as good as literary gets
You and me....verbs and nouns
collaborations of sentences and poetic skin to skin relations
excited exclamation marks no periods
not even after the cream rises to the top of ecstatic elations
like fragmented sentences we'll run on and on

strawberries and chocolate we spill
as we dive deep into satin sheets of poetry
“Now”
I’ll make it rain in your secret garden
with hidden kisses
my tongue strokes
your fertile flower until it blossoms
.............Once Again............