we escape to a dark corner so only strangers surround us
i hate to admit i'm a little ashamed
      (i know you have been wanting my curves
            you know i have been weary)

What is that? You look, point, start to read
But i innterrupt your eyes and whisper saul's secrets to you myself

it's all about the delivery you see
or
        maybe i am trying to find a reason to get closer to you

It's my second favorite, I say

What's your first?
I breaststroke back through your canals and reveal Julian's utopian paradise,  peeling back the drapes of the boards that built me
I kiss these memorized words into your ear

You are surprised to hear a ***** poem,
Laced with ***** and ***** that catch you off guard
I watch as the ballad sinks into your shoulders

I can tell you have never been with a girl who gets turned on by poems.
          
Your arms sing higher around my hips
Grips grow tighter
Perhaps this is the first time you have been turned on by a poem.



am i what you expected?