Roses are red
Violets are blue
people come and go
but, if I came
I would *** inside of you

Her skin
soft
like satin
rubbing against mine
as we sat-in
the couch
cuddling against mine
she's so ****
the way we flexing
just passing time
so close against me
can't hold it against me
its got its own mind
hand on your backside
thoughts inline with my incline
feeling warm on the outside
as ******* slowly slide on the inside
of the cover, pushing it to the side, to uncover
over the magic button my tongue hover

Your taste
stains my tongue
with lust.

My heart
shattered like a wine glass
crashing into a cement floor
as she walked away holding his hand.

A good girl
That likes to sin
Kneeling with a grin
His finger on her chin
With hands clasped
Behind her neck
Arched back
Head slightly tilted
Feet apart
No slack
Knees spread wide
elbows aligned
With her shoulder line
Red collar
Silver lining
chained linked leash
Tight grip short reach
The pressure enticing
Her body writhing
His body coinciding
Like a tight fit outfit
Mid-cut tye-dye tee-shirt  
With matching
******* g-string so tight
They look like they don’t fit
And it’s the dopest
The moment feeling like
Hocus Pocus
Silky smooth skin
******* Satin thin
Slippery fingers
Sliding in
Hips gyrating
Her space
Penetrated
By him
Fingers Saturated
The way she moaning
You would think she is
Singing a hymn

Let me ****** you with my words
until you are infatuated with my poetry
confuse it with me
until I can punctuate you
like an apostrophe

Let's make art.
and by art I mean
combining our minds
as our bodies
intertwined
enterlaced
aligned
taking time
face to face
creating
music
chemistry
love
all at the same time.