Dianne Poem by James McLain

You receive me, us all so politely.
But my eyes you watched as they to yours I did.
Those creamy marvelous luscious,
marshmallows up over the edge is all I thought of.
Here as I said Is your poem.
As for my hunger of your womb it consumes me.
Your center as to lick your essence off my finger.
Which melts your mind off each time from my remember?
You whom make the animal in me grow among you.
Do you have the courage
unlike those others to make your heart awaken.?
I wish no more anger
anger make the violence of your eye glint seductively.
Hipsplitters you want, free as for me it finishes to cut,
to make your world come apart, there I would like.
Using the point there and maintain your sweetness.
Your lips I burn and I would suffer your tongue.
which is wanted burning long roads on my skin.
You fingertip me.
I finger tip you back.
What is appropriate?
And none would know unless you let them read it.
The craving you have always wanted I wanted.
Tearing the body politely separated does it run out?
Overflowing I am you are me whom do you think that we are?
Passion is yours to guess is pressure as it rages
To cure the softness it opens it runs.
And it can not hurt.
Because not many and to come, I leave you to ask?