Sexetry

My poet, I love the way you rapidly finger my thoughts, oh I love this feeling so I take my pen and take it out on my notebook and write down all thoughts and emotions imaginable and even felt until I climax. I'll do it all over again until there isn't enough ink left in my pen. I cannot wait for you come into my mind.

But now I feel it's my turn so please relax your mind.

Can I fuck you deeply with my words? Even though I may feel distant from you physically, emotionally and spiritually I'm close. Poetically even closer, through words. I love the way our words come together when they touch. They embrace each other syncronizing and climaxing through every letter that form each word from U to S creating a union that is US. US is poetically poetic my poet. Let's create a love poem. A beautiful love poem that must be recited. And when I recite this poem to you, listen to the rhymes and metaphors scream out loud in satisfaction. And when we're done, allow me to verbally embrace you and mentally caress your every inch of thoughts. In favour, deeply penetrate every entrance to my mind and then allow me to poetically swallow the sweet words pouring out of your mouth.

Sex is an emotion in motion. Would you continue to fuck me poetically by releasing all your emotions in motion into me. Let's make sexetry.

I yearn to explore every constraint of the secrets that you keep.