So how do you see
the real poeting me
feathery quill in hand
pallid parchment below
Fully bared in pure light
as I sit down to write
lavender sweet taper
flits and flitters
Draped in shimmering flow
of long blonde hair
as I conjure up some flair
for these spilt inky words
So where will I roam
your Godiva with a poem
no need for a horse
as I straddle this stool
Savoring this time
as I revel all in rhyme
knowing that you know
just how to read me
Just how I like reading you!
Seductively penned, LDF. Appreciate you.
Damian
Mm hmm
“You’re Godiva with a poem.”
Say it, S
Your words are seductively yummy. And with seduction like this, the poetess has to be yummy herself. Let ’em wonder tho..