Where is my poetry?
Gone into the honeyed words
I laid out for you
To draw you nearer
A needless lure
Woven into garments of verse
Draped across your shoulders
Then coyly slipped off
In mutual baring
Braided into coarse chords of meter
We tied each other under night
Then cut free
With the blades of morning
Drummed into sensual rhythm
Two bodies in collision
Stabbing at unity
With syncopated heartbeats
Where is my poetry?
Gone
Into you
Where it belongs.
The Erotic Writer 
Raz,
this is beautiful, thank you.
Paul.
Oh,
oh my.
nilla, affected.
Beautiful, Raz. Just beautiful.
This is gorgeous. just gorgeous. thank ou
This is absolutely lovely.
Beautiful. A hymn to the erotic power of words themselves. Thanks.
I have come back to this poem time and again. It is really good.
Thanks.