SWALK
To be not only the subject of a poem but his desireI write what I feel All that I'm feeling is you My muse my confidant My soul whisperer is so in tune Let down your walls and allow me to soothe these pains Forever entwined we shall remain ~ He drafts on me a love letter His wet pen on my dry aching paper With the swirls I so delicately crave Making my shapes misbehave Fold me every way and licking me up Into my open slippery envelope Slam dunk that stamp hard Sealed with...