The Lord of Seductive words
His rounded mouth
His sensual vowels and curvaceous verbs
His love and hurt
His delicious adverbs
Slow and strong
Moisture far beyond
Lust, for he is the one
Just with his little pinkie finger
His full stops, definitely linger
The verse made with his manly inked hands
Push and pull on his every written command
Orgasmic land
As he gently holds your hands
His inked hands spread across your blank anticipating canvas
His words are in motion
As if, smothered in smooth intoxicating lotion
Almost as if, an exotic love potion with a twist of wonderful explicit sex
For he knows, he does it best
The Lord of Seductive words
Spreading his erotica of sweet smelling verse
Covered in his silky ink
His nude lover
Waiting for his next coming verse
Where love is lust
Sex is pleasurable hurt
No words
Where he whispers nothing but takes you further in
Your spinning head
Where there is only him
The bright light goes romantically dim
Are you ready for his next inked sin?
Writing his words on the canvas deep within
The Lord of Seductive words doing his thing
On bended knees you prey
As you arch your willing back
His firm hands on your floating breasts
The Lord answers your prayers
Moans of pleasure, are only heard
Toria
21/6/2024
© V.L. Puckering aka Naked Poet, UpsideDown Poet 2024
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