It's driving me insane
Your hands on my hips
Spreading my  thighs
Having your way with me
Staring into my eyes
Claiming my soul

My lips stained red
Can't get you
Out of my bed
Out of my head

I'm mad about you...

l.v.s

Falling in love with a poet  
is wanting to consume their words as sustenance
it’s wanting to swallow each letter for nourishment
it’s seeing yourself reflected in their stanzas
and making love to an iambic tempo
It’s falling in love with words

he said to the girl,
you're all that i need
just get down on your knees
he said,
pretty, please