A Poet For A Lover (Adult) Poem by Cj Heck
A Poet For A Lover (Adult)
Give me a poet for a lover
whose words stroke me like velvet hands.
Word-tender caresses more reaching
than the caress of a mere mortal man.
A poet's light touch is so gentle.
Word-fingers probe deep every time,
arousing me, haunting me, wetting me,
seducing me, body and mind.
Oh Lord,
give me a poet for a lover.
Lust and fire burn in his heart.
A silver-tongued devil whose words make me ache
to be on my knees in the dark.
Word-foreplay making me want him,
only mind-loved, I want to be free
to feel just one time, my poet inside,
where only mind-lust up to now has loved me.
Indeed there cannot be a better lover than a poet as you have rightly expressed here!
I do think I qualify, for this is exactly what my wife tells of me, between the kisses…the subtle sensuality makes the poem great…
This is one of the most delicious compositions I have ever read on this platform...sensuously scintillating and intellectually titillating alike. Oh, give me a sweet poetess for a lover!
Oh Do not involve Divinty in love making give me a poet for a lover. and fire burn in his heart. A silver-tongued devil whose words make me ache to be on my knees in the dark. lovely poetry so sexy may you be the wiard of sexism Oh Lord how beautiful it would be if I too had a lover writing poetry as do thee what strokes he would share just anyone may compare such lovers are rar
Oh Do not involve Divinty in love making give me a poet for a lover. and fire burn in his heart. A silver-tongued devil whose words make me ache to be on my knees in the dark. lovely poetry so sexy may you be the wiard of sexism
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1/23/2025 4:22:54 PM # 1.0.0
Intense! Sensual. And still a valid prayer. Almost descriptive of poetry itself. Cares are thrown away for pure desire. It's not even carnal, even though you're on your knees and vulnerable, it's a mind-affair. Superb imagery and metaphor. As words come off your tongue, so it desires the touch of a word-man.
Thank you for your kind words, Daniel.