i make love to words,
words make love to me,
stroking the smooth skin of my psyche,
caressing the depth of my body,
words speak to me, tells me I'm beautiful and calls me it's own,
flows and flows to the deep of my soul
filling every nook and alluring cranny until I cry out.
words fill my mouth, speaks through me ecstasy
and with every sweet breath I breathe I breathe in it's complexity,
colors becoming real to me as gold silver-tipped butterflies fill my space
- words carry me there.

at times I cum too quickly,
my pen sweeping the page in a race against my mind,
yet like lothario words come back for me,
it lays me down and takes it's time
seducing my mind with succulent phrases and rhymes
until my pen is wet again with beginnings, middles, and ends
- and words take me there......

la.moi