I want to put my rhyme in you
and tease you with the rhythm.
You grind to feel the meter through
these genes, your hands are in them.

I kiss you with my metaphor,
I tongue your eager mind.
You shake against my structure or
the meaning hid behind.

I want to pound my verse in deep
and haunt you with the feeling.
You buck to feel my flowing seep,
vibrations send you reeling.

Alliteration sets the night,
I slow to read each letter.
I take my time and taste you right,
the poetry gets better.

I want to put my words in you
and force you with their power.
You move to feel the meter out
and charge me by the hour.