We make love like poetry
He gives his flow slow, like foreplay
Teasing me with letters until I beg for words
Stroking with long sentences in a thick island accent
He Penetrates me with metaphors and Iambic Pentameters
Broken English is so sexy when it drips from his lips
We make love-like poetry
As we lay between sheets of golden bound pages
Our tongues lick, kiss and translate into different languages
He becomes my Langston Hughes
And I, his Juke Box Love Song
He fills me with creative juices like first drafts in his favorite journal
We make love like poetry
I scratch my name on his back in quatrains
As he holds onto my curves as if I was written in calligraphy
He whispers a vow to please every inch of me
We make love like poetry
Our muses are creative in lovemaking,
And we respond with a barrage of finger snaps and 'hell yeahs'
Like spoken word fans at New York City Poetry Slams
I become his Nikki Giovanni
And he, my Beautiful Black Men
A literary masterpiece everytime my ink fills his Pen
My feminine rhythm juxtaposed to his masculine rhyme, we vibe together
Stringing couplets into romantic verses, we are two junkies, line by line, getting high together
And before we're through We give each other 17 syllables like Japanese Haikus
And write one another…Masterfully.
We make love like poetry...
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