Lazy Sunday Nothing to wear A fondle of my t*ts Kissing my poetic lips Your sensual mouth I feel your tongue on my soft skin

Bejewelled Dazzling Bewitched How the Naked Poet loves to be dressed A ruby A diamond A emerald A pearl necklace

Milk and honey The alphabet game She is so beautifully wild She tempts you with her honey The bee to her nectar You lick the honey from

Upon the writing on the wall Our words of lust did fall Our winds of passion never change Only to be recharged again For the poetic word

Am so tired Poets keep me awake These wonderful creatives Yet, I do miss Our naked bliss

His voice is so deliciously enticing His poetic lips are so irresistibly inviting Words so crisp and clear

You hold me captive within your heart Your love for me tears and rips My naked beauty

Beauty sleeps throughout the day At nighttime, she grumpily awakes She looks into the cracked antique mirror Her own image

Please, please let it rain I’ve asked really nicely There is a change in this close atmosphere We have been sweltering

Please do pour me a large glass of your best blood red chianti Best served just warm I give you a loving long bite

Please do wake me I am asleep I am in a nightmare trance All I feel are so many hands I cannot move I am stood still

A sea of souls gather by the shore The waves caress the smooth pebbles Against my feet I feel the sand grains weave between my toes

Upon a bed of naked lust A poetic word Written with a moan and cusp A lick of br**sts As a poetic pen bleeds inside her Lust and sweat

You said you wouldn’t stare You said you wouldn’t look You wanted some poetry Something new and exciting Fresh in my mind and thoughts

I was consumed by you My feelings overwhelming If you drank water I would want the same

As I stand naked in front of you You witness my naked poetry My words perspire through my skin So many words deep within me

As soon as you saw me Instant electricity So highly charged So red hot So lightening blue My mind and body only had thoughts of you

Poetry is the best thing Any subject Any animate things Love and sex Mum knows best Always a mention Pert breasts, valleys and streams

I am your naked poet You tell me you will strip me to my core You will make me bleed You will tantalise me I will be overcome

Chronic fatigue knackers me Like having constant jet lag Constant pain Every where Lay on the bed I fall asleep I am so tired