I make love with my poetry

It begins with a word...

Which turns into
My own sensual foreplay

It explodes
All my emotions
Making me cum
With poetic flow


I sway with my pen
And stroke it
My phallic
Symbol

Placing it gently
In my mouth
While thinking


My imagination contorts
With the ejaculation
Of words I spew forth

I make love to my poetry......

It makes love to me.....




Saturday night

I will make love
To a captive
Audience

While I speak
And read each erotic write.....

They lose themselves


They find themselves
In my performance

They hold tight

Understaning the power

Of the spoken word





Tammy

Love it!

When you read it aloud, do you blush?

I know I would be crimson!

Ha. No

But others writes make me blush!!

Make me smile
Laugh
Cry

I just love writers!!

this is hilarious, great job!