I shall whisper to you devotion,
proudly name you as my own. I
shall fill your mind with desire,
my eyes aglow,
need reflecting lust.
I shall tease you, momentary
lapses in time, shared delights.
Abandoned rules of the norm…
I shall fill your heart with the
ink of love…so you can write
poetry across my bare skin,
fingers tracing freckles, your palm
stroking my exsitence beneath
utterances of archaic need, words
of passion seeping into my soul.
Together we will become the
epitome of poetry.
Karen Hayward ©2017 Words.
Michael J. Garland ©2017 Image.