She is there and waiting
His touch she is anticipating
His words always move her
His words always sooth her

His poems fill her with desire
He kisses her neck, it tingles like fire
His hands caress her with tenderness
She wants this moment to be endless

Tells her poems of Bryon, Dylan Thomas and Poe
Words like music that fill her soul
He makes love to her like no other man could
He makes her want him more than she should

She never thought she could be captivated by poetry
Never thought it would open up her passion so free
Never thought she would give in to this man
His words excite her more than anything else can

Now he has to go away and she lets him go
It is so hard when her body craves him so
His passion could never ever be mistook
For now she knows she has to close the book