winding
spinning
grasping
sinning
follow the motions
read them aloud
the flick at the end
of your lowercase d
ignites me
when you say
you're aroused
whipping
digging
curving
and looping
i study your prose
nectar trickling down
body curved like a c
lips pursed patiently
my dear,
how are your o's so perfectly round?
rhythmic
shaking
stirring
quaking
the stroke of your pen
is all i can see
without physicality
my floodgates are opened
with poetry
you stroke me