After Midnight

After Midnight

After midnight

The Naked Poet comes into her own

Stripped bare

Nothing needed

Only her raw naked words every man’s desire

Does she need to own

Her fair skin

Her auburn hair

Her river of words

They drip from her sensual tongue

How you wish you could fondle her tits

As her beautiful words disperse from her red moist lips

Your hands gripping her hips

You push and hold her tight

With paper and pen she writes sensual, live, fantasy and erotica poetry all night

Your hands and tongue cover her landscape

Deep lustrous licks you give her

Arousal and moans of pleasure she gives

Sensations she cannot put into words

She feels her words and verse disperse

As her words come with such vigour and force

She writes her words

You start to push her again

You want to feel her words from start to finish

You swell her tummy

Her words come quick

Her raw words and nakedness do exist

You feel each word deep within

She whispers her words

As you swim into her river of words

She needs to write each verse

Her pain you feel

That is what makes her poetry so real

Moist and wet from your heat

You lick her sweat

You lick her sweet

You hold her buttocks in your hands

You dig deeper for her words

Your tongue licks her twin peaks

You bring her words to a peak

She has tears down her cheeks

She continues her raw naked write

Her strong pain

Her only weapon are her words in this fight

She writes another verse

As you are dispensing her words

If only you could feel the Naked Poet

If only you could touch her

If only you could love her

The Naked Poet is alone

In her painful zone

Lust and passion plentiful

The Naked Poet writes her beautiful words

Toria

14/7/2021