I can picture It,
In my eyes.
Your body, A canvas,
For me to Inscribe.
Writing Haiku's,
Between your thighs.
Reading your poems,
In my Sight.
I can Hear it,
In my mind.
Your stanza's secrets,
Between each sigh.
Invading your thoughts,
In spaces I find.
Hearing your moans,
Through each written disguise.
I can feel you,
Through my soul.
With every movement,
Comes new control.
Tickling me,
With each of your strokes.
Composing new words,
As you spoke.