two poets don't have sex , they don't make love ..
they soak art into bed sheets , exchange haikus between kisses & it is never enough ..
staring into their eyes for longer than a second sparks motivation ,
baby , kiss me right there .. be my inspiration ..
take me high & i'll become one with your dreams ,
sit on your shoulders & you can taste my feign ..
let me scribble these stanzas into your back ,
& moan words i can't quite say into your ear drums ..
it's literally fucking art ..
you're fucking .. i'm spilling ..
we're making art & it's persistent ..
your love is addicting ..
& i can't stop it when i'm licking ..
you can't get enough when you're in it ..
& you can't help it because you're addicted ..
it's impossible to resist it ..
baby you taste like addiction ..
we taste like art ..
we created art in these bed sheets ..
& we're forever addicted ..
