Sexy Poetry

His visibility over my shoulder

Was all the comfort I needed...

I rested on his Solid State...

His chest felt like stuffed bricks with a Heart rhythm...

I watched my silhouette crawl up the wall,

From the wavering candlelight on my NightStand...

He laid back on the Bed resting on one arm...

With his chin up he gazed into my sensuality.

I stood there in the shadows of the glare...

Slowly and softly...

I was speaking Sexy poetry...

He asked what was my language and I told him Sexy Poetry...

My Body Released Tension as I whispered

My Sexy Poetry...

I felt a New Vibration

As I muttered my

Sexy Poetry!