I need you to free me...own me...victimize me;
TAKE it
AGGRESSIVELY.
See, because I'm searching
for love poems.
And I know I can find them where your lips trace kisses that outline my shape as if u'r a sketch artist.
When I want inspiration
your eyes are motivation when you
stare n2 me,
letting me know you're n2 me ;
I welcome your entering...
n2
my intellect
reviving my thought process.
You are the better version of myself ,
so, that makes you my auto biography.
Words unspoken leave my pen w/everything
2 say
until metaphors morph n2 syntax errors & similes run off the edge of the paper.
I labor for your pleasure,
sacrificing beads of sweat for
an offering,
making your body an altar
for my prophetic calling
to create you lyrically;
because your poetry
is Gospel...
© 2016 Imprese
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