Sometimes I become aroused… stimulated,
by my passionate play with words…
and sensual thoughts meander my mind.
I wanna lay down in their… grammatical chemistry
and let them comfort, consume and console me.
I wanna lay next to their… devastating diction
and let them breathe softly on my neck
and then smile about them in my dreams.
I wanna dance with their dramatic songs…
and feel all the emotions… something like poetic potions… flowing through me
like huge oceans.
I wanna lose my inhibitions
when I hear renditions of their soothing soliloquy…
Charming me… and disarming thee… strength I possess
and let each and every word cleanse my soul like pure water.
Those words tickle my skin
like soft pieces of cotton
and tease me with tantalizing touches
that perform mind sex
and voodoo hex
me from head to toe!
Because my words cast spells
and through them I hear the harmony
and I decipher all the ancient mysteries of the ages…
It enchants my soul
and my savage thoughts they console…
While making love to my mind
syllable by syllable,
with tantric telepathy…
the vital verbose vocabulary
that my soul needs.