Loving A Poet

When poets make love on pages

They put words were sexy words fit perfectly

They smooth run cold conversations and blocks of ice in slow motion

On all romantic options

They block fear away from these unstable oceans

While seducing all attractive images of faultless pickup lines

They fly like homeless flies befriending endless dreams on skyscrapers

Poets paraphrase their faces when they kiss on papers

They eeeechooooo echo kisses in repetition until notorious predictions are detained and predicted

In hand held inspirations they cook unbelievable recipes

They compose verses on home-made beds

Even worse

kitchens turn into Bedroom beds

Their kitchens are pre prepared prier portions of word recitals and fork and knives

Date or no date their mandates are easy to date

Snitch and Sneak preview their unspoken slams on different dates

Fight back for all that’s bad with your madness in different dates

They're licenced to use military expressions

They mic tongues naming each kiss a masterpiece speaking back on all evil kills

They terrorize silence in screams of pleasurable skills

Neighbors have rights to take sleeping pills

Poets can scream their pleasures in love making moments

These humans master piece their body languages in flings

Paragraphs of candle lights and strawberries paint their private lives

High five to those who date multiple poems on a single date

Poets love loving love on hateful dates

Poets love making love

They careless

if you mimic their rhythmic drums

When they

caress your skin with Goosebumps

They drive their mics in circle with no driver's licence

They sense love from a distance with no expense

Love makes composers love speaking in tongues

With lights up all night long they forget life is time

Take your time kinda like love making times

They tease multiple metaphors with background music

Stripping truth naked

Poets don’t miss their past lovers

They know how the book ends

They plant baby poems on each other's bosoms

Hugging all night

like sober minded blushes

When poets make love in pages

They put words were sexy words fit perfectly