From the top of his head
to the soles of his feet

This poet has left his soul's blue prints
all up and through me





He has given me reason to enjoy
thoughts of lovers and freaks
He had shared wonderful
written orgasms with me

Imagining his eyes upon
the nakedness of this creature
knowing
his
dick
would be growing
would be tonights
main feature

JD
currently colors
the flow of my ink
He is my poetry's verb
anyone else
is just a mentional
proverb

I long to watch
his lungs rise with hope
and release with a sigh
as I lay back on my bed
and spread my thighs

My pussy glistens
as the candles listens
The bed bounces
as he enters me
The sheets disappear
as I try to hold still
I come continuously
and my rivers spill

His back
His shoulders
His calfs
and
yes
even his feet
have come to know some part of me

My poetic
Hubby-Bear
is whom my pad needs

He is whom I want

and

for

whom

my

pen

breathes...