The Lord Of Seductive Words 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