Master Poet

You start Your slow seduction
Stroking me
Leaving little droplets of ink
As You roll up and down my
Virgin
Margins
Causing me to
Whisper a shiver and anticipate
The words i know You'll create on me
i don't give a damn anymore
If You use me
Treating me like trash in Your
Passion and frustration
While you're halfway through with Your
Poetic creation

i'm a slave to Your
Long
Hard
Pulsing
Masculinity
And i live only for Your dic
tionary
And Your thin and thick
Black loops and lines
That You leave as You scratch my body

i was empty before You came along but
i know my purpose now
i wait for You to scribble Your
Blue ball
Point pen on my surface
Tickling me with Your tongue
Delighting delicate me
With Your ability to
Create and to
Penetrate and to
Impregnate me with the
Swell of Your nouns

i watch You taste different letters now
B and D and S and M
And i never look back at my
Lost innoncence but
Join You in Your
Neurotic and erotic journey
Through intimacy
You savour each symbol
Slowly
And I
I lick
I lick your orgy of words
Nibbling
Rubbing
Rolling them around in my mouth
To please You
Enjoying Your musky scent

i seek pleasure from Your eyes
Rather than your
Haiku communication
Which confuses me
Causing me to consider whether You
Say what You mean or
Mean what You say or
Just don't give a fuck if
Others understand You because
Usually Your shit is too deep
For them to even try
And even if they could
They'd turn a blind eye

i wonder why You love me
And i think its because You know
i'm satisfied
Just to be Your muse and
Ignite the fuse
That explodes the hues
Of your brilliant passion and fury
That causes You to write Your fight and i
i glow
i glow with the embers of the stories
That You spew onto Your pages and i
Live only through Your
Volcanic poetic passion
Master Poet