One early morning, Let me have you By my side, Get me a pen & paper Ask me a poem to write About our first May be our forever May be you can drive me a little Or harder Or faster We can talk about colors May be color from last night "Red" thats fallen On our bedsheet Where, we have been turn on You look blessed There's no reason for you to not Everything has its cover We dont have any Nudeness is no problem When soul is shared already
May be you could tease me a little About last night then, i would hide my face With the paper Where poem, i'm supposed to write i blushed There you could talk about my beauty Girls love appriciation She expects them Even if she dont have any...
You could hold me While i write Around my waist Or may be a little up,tight I am all yours And you are my only guy I might scribble on your arm The victory of love we had I might write poem On your whole body Cause paper is not enough To put on a act
I gasp ! Fantasies are such a beautiful thing to have.
Poets may not have lived the moment for real but they're no such moment they havent fantasize about.. thats the beauty of poetry,poets,poems.