I can picture It,
In my eyes.

Your body, A canvas,
For me to Inscribe.

Writing Haiku's,
Between your thighs.

Reading your poems,
In my Sight.

I can Hear it,
In my mind.

Your stanza's secrets,
Between each sigh.

Invading your thoughts,
In spaces I find.

Hearing your moans,
Through each written disguise.

I can feel you,
Through my soul.

With every movement,
Comes new control.

Tickling me,
With each of your strokes.

Composing new words,
As you spoke.