As you unveil the face of
Another poem to me.
The warmth of opening lines,
Hit me where they have to.
Your well-thought words
And metaphors, falling
In sync with my already,
Fired up dopamine.
As I'm through the
Third paragraph,
A sensuous little prick,
In my poetic mind and
Frankly in all good intentions,
It's a little turn-on.
The symbolism,
Evoking the memory of
Your beguiling smile.
The penta-tones,
Picturing your stout
Bust and bosom..
While fondling with
The softness of the philosophy,
The way it gets to the end.
It boggles me-
It boggles me but pardon
My language when I say-
How I want to fuck you,
From the back,
In that last paragraph.
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