The Way 🇰🇪

Like an easel spread apart
With a canvas begging for art
So is the very thought of you
With your legs spread apart on my lair
I just want to kiss your full lips
I want to savour every last bit of you
To feel every inch of your warm, moist depth
I’m not at all ashamed to admit it
Maybe nervous what will happen once I’m in it
Your touch is poetry I love to write
Flooding out on my pages every night
The kind you read while in bed
Stretched out beneath the sheets
With your hand between your legs
It’s my pages that you will turn
And when you do lick your fingers to do that
All you’re gonna taste is my skin
So I keep writing these poems
Hoping someday you’ll read them
And I hope you will know then
That they’re all just for you