Strutting my verve on these wireless waves,
flaunting my literary drinks, assimilating succulent dissertations,
wanting your doing words to feel my curves,
Teasing out all manner of fascination and enthrallment.
Sucking your bookish toplip with my words my Space Cowboy,
You, tasting of punctuation and unfinished sentences, allure!
Slowing down love, as you delicately drink the intoxication of my syntax,
feeling my word licks through your Wifi space; iPad, iMac, Nokia, Kindle,
steering your gravity towards sublime expression.
Watching me as I slowly strip off the formula of what rhymes in you,
flowing only in pure hardcore with no meter.
I am so grammatically undressed as I feel your holographic 3D image
around and within me, loving this feeling of allegorical nakedness.
Lying with me in a bed of supple supposition,
phrasing your desires in my mind,
pushing towards the opening number.
There are no shy abbreviations between us,
you’re in me as am blooming in your every era,
daring yourself to be my body scribe,
printing me in your soul forever.
Touching the inside of my declaration,
writing your bounteous words along my hips,
while feeling our hot groove of sultry alliteration,
reading aloud the mutual arousal of this written chorus.
Loving me in my sonnets,
Me, understanding all of your composition,
There’re no word limits to us,
No censored feelings.
I am unadulterated and unedited,
I am your prose,
you complete me with your aspirations while
penning me with your satisfactory sigh.
You’re my written muse needing to be read,
baby, we have come a long way.
Submitted to One Shot Wednesday .
