Flower
    pretty pink
                *****
                      willow

The moonlight
        formed shadows
        against the wall  
        reflecting our
        souls.

my poetry
           is another way
           to
           penetrate
           your space

you are a wild,
        that needs to be tamed.
        I am a hunter
        that enjoys your  taste
        so to conquer this desire
        I must devour you
        starting below the waist

Like beautiful eyes,
                    Words cast spells,
                     that change the future.
                      Use them carefully.

If *** is the cream in the pudding,
                 then I look forward to creaming in you.

You little tease,
        You know,
        the thought of you,
        not wearing *******,
        under that dress,
        makes me hard,
        in all the right places.