Spoken Word

My lips form seductive rhymes
Your hands write metaphors on my back
We’re ahead of the times
Covered in the midnight’s black
My body writes line after line on you
Your soft moans add the spaces
The theme is what lovers do
Riddled with lustful traces
Your creative juices start to flow
The last of my ink stains your page
This is the climax and end of our show
Our bodies cheer as we leave the stage