I want a poet between my thighs, wicked tongue wrapped in verse, drive and provoke, serenade this dancing knot of prose hidden here, a hungry mound saturated beneath a soft cocoon of sweltering flesh, suspended in expectation inspired to spill forth steaming compositions sticky on his epic lips, grinning.
And he’ll rise then breathing a new stanza onto my fragrant neck “Sandalwood,” he’ll whisper as he fills me with a new refrain emphatically taunts my music to sing down onto his tightened fuse, running rivulets spiraling along his determined thighs, crying out into his listening ear, a requiem so potent it drips off the page and becomes some reality.
This poem can be found in Venus Laughs, a collection of poetry from Harmoni McGlothlin, available at GraceNotesBooks.com.