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A Poet For A Lover (Adult)

Rating: 4.8

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,
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Daniel Y. 08 February 2014

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.

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CJ Heck 13 June 2018

Thank you for your kind words, Daniel.

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Edgar Andrade Baguio 14 November 2016

Yes, I may not be that poet.. but I can write poems.. heheheh... This is quite deep.. I like the line with my poet inside

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Cj Heck 27 June 2017

Thank you.

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Ramesh T A 06 November 2015

Indeed there cannot be a better lover than a poet as you have rightly expressed here!

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 04 January 2020

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

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 04 January 2020

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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Ron Leonard 29 May 2019

Well I'm your poet for the tasking and the man for the asking.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 01 May 2019

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. 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- up to now has loved me.

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Me Poet Yeps Poet 07 September 2018

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 rare

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