Dark Poet

Your words are like sticky knives

Sweet quills laced with arsenic

Floating across the miles

Aiming for my heart

Your aim is deadly, hitting marks

Passionate invitations

Touching heart and tender spots

Tracing my desires

I long to be as you describe

Running free to love, explore

Our hearts and limbs entwined

Beating out our own love song

Special poet with eager mind

Oft I feel your kisses soft

Running down my neck, wet

like tears upon hot skin

Come explore where dreams begin

Together holding hands

Trapsing sand and towering wood

As we were when life began