In Love with a Techno Poet

She opens with a beating, beating, beating, beating tone
Greeting, seeping, creeping in, deeper, deeper then the groan
The pleasure zone that has grown, unbeknown
And yet there I lie - alone, alone, alone
Beneath the linen my hand does roam

So sure de Wittes, defines my clit, defiles my clit, not eaten it
Your Age of Love slips through my bits, I move my hips, I bite my lip
I lie alone, I caress, I roam; your tune, it builds my heat
Why does she, why, why? She finds the dial that turns me high
Charlotte de Wittes, I ply my tits, my nips, tight buds my nips

The pulse increases, no release; faster, faster, yes please, don't ease,
Heart races, blood's course, the pressure, remorsely, I flow to her chants
No chance to tease, no chants appease my labia stream, it flows and flows, flows
Never slows, below I feel, I stroke, stroke, stroke, it feels surreal
The dream, my stream of fanatasy revealled, I feel - De Wittes my clitorus

My clitorus, I know now that you have a name, the beat, the chant you are the same
Our hands they move across the boards, they tune your sounds, they touch my brain
Touch my quim, and at your whim, dance rhythm I come within, come, come, come within
You twist and jive, burn alive my velvet, slide your fingers to dive, deep, deeper, Deep desire on fire, conspire, expire, now I lie, no clue, just you, just you.

Beneath the linen, the sweat cools us slow, you ended your show, our faces aglow
I love that you lead, I follow, I plead, you parted my slit, you played with my clit
Your words became deeds, my fingers your feeds and then we have done
And you have gone; sweet bliss your kiss, a kiss, a kiss, soul churning
My forbidden miss, I list this poem for you, reverbing, Soft and Curvy.