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.
Oct 19, 2017
Oct 19, 2017 at 6:03 PM UTC
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.
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