Need I Say More ?

Why do you ~

Make love to me

With your Beautiful

Words of Poetry?

Don’t you know?

Those lovely, long

Fingers of yours…

Arouse me to Unimaginable

Ecstasy?

I imagine them all over me…

Need I say more?

Come, make love to me

No, not in your Poetry.

Please lie here beside me

And allow me to show you

How passion writes poetry

Without ink, without paper.

It only needs you and me

To etch those marathon lines

With our tracing fingers ~

And our lips erasing them

On the smoothened slates of

Our voraciously expressive bodies.

Need I say more?