Your words are like sticky knives
Sweet quills laced with arsenic
Floating across the miles
Aiming for my heart
Your aim is deadly, hitting marks
Passionate invitations
Touching heart and tender spots
Tracing my desires
I long to be as you describe
Running free to love, explore
Our hearts and limbs entwined
Beating out our own love song
Dark poet with eager mind
Oft I feel your kisses soft
Running down my neck, wet
like tears upon hot skin
Come explore where dreams begin
Together holding hands
Trapsing sand and towering wood
As we were when life began
She arches to meet
The fleet arrows of Eros,
Aimed to pierce her heart,
Draw forth blood of her desire.
Her fingers tear at
The garments which guard
The naked needs and wants
Her burning ichor of carnal lust.
Marks appear on her neck
And upon her body as the poet
Suckles at her erotic openings
Drawing forth her precious honey.
Begun as dreams and fantasies
Becomes repeated rituals of
Explorations of an inner Eden,
Paradise of mutual sins.
Oh, so very lovely and inviting. Eve calling Adam back to Eden... with all her delights.