Just Tell Me

I write unrehearsed

no protection, raw verse

fuck her mind

make her thoughts moan with the progression of each line

sex her intellect

her third eye dripping. so wet

entice her with metaphors

her ears yearn for more and more

subconscious rhythmically pulsates

temperature rises, increased heart rate

closed-minded, this poem unfolds, yet blinded

she clinches her brain tighter

intrigued by this triple X writer

listen closely, she opens her ears wider

so i wrote slow and deep

she drenches the mead notebook sheets

now imagine if i use my mouth and speak

my pronunciations make her soul weak

covers her auricles because she can't take any more

screams my name

pushes my lips closer

so the words go deeper

"speak faster Free"

i don't normally do this on the first reading, i said

i don't normally listen, so i hope we're not speeding, she plead

and what followed had me mistaken

if you called home heaven or hell

the angelic nastiness you posses

made you by far the best

therefore hard to tell

and you want me to tell you more

i oblige

and for this night i'll be your poetic whore

or yours, if you want me to

imagine