A poets heart loves
With a blissful kiss
Of words in twist
With metaphors of sexually lettered alphabets
With just a few jots
And suggestive jest
The poet has you spreading
Your legs
Your arms
And your heart to length

How does a poet love you say
It is easier to show
Than to write bouquets
He loves with his soul
With his life you take
Everything he owns for your own buffet
A poet loves with his pen displayed
In an art form staged in a cabaret
Yet the easiest way
To understand love his way
Is over a glass of Beaujolais
In lingerie