I love Seductive Poetry His poems read so beautifully He is a beautiful inspiration to me I wish I could hear his voice clearly

You never know what you will find Some broken hearts Half a bottle of wine Pizza from her best wine and dine Not what you expect

My nakedness is yours to feel As I lay in the Poetic bed You can visit anytime A fondle and a lick

Sunday morning Word fuck Word fest The Naked Poet undressed For you lick and caress her breasts

Sunday morning nakedness Listening to the vinyl records The classic tunes They take me back

I dream of being naked with my number one fan He strips me bare with his poetic hands He licks my tits as they belong to him

Your Naked Poet She is your midnight thrill Stripped naked for you She writes naked Especially for you Her words of seduction

The Naked Poet Her voice heard on the radio Her admiration has spread She blushes as she has been compared to a touch of Pam Ayers

Her number one fan could see the poem in the Naked Poet’s mouth His kissed her luscious lips He couldn’t catch it

Cry tears for as long as you want One day they will be gone You look up to the sun and feel his warmth When it rains you may catch a glim

Life on the canal Spring flowers Aroma inhaled Fresh air Calm Peaceful Ripples in the water Eternal circles

The steak bake Tried to make it’s escape The filling spills out Red hot on your lips The filling will stick Delicious and hot

My dark and light soul My crimson heart Deep flowing blood runs Splattering my white scented rose Aroma you intake

Sunday morning naked write I don’t want to put my pen down As I start to write My river of words overflowing deep My naked and raw words

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

The blank years Timeless when we meet and greet As if, we met just yesterday Again, an opportunity to write on the blank  unwritten page

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