The Seduction

"Stimulate my mind!" she begged,
This, she earnestly implored,
"Creativity cultivated" so she said,
"Is a poets mind explored,"

"Share with me your thoughts of love,
Seduce me with your poems,
Let me delight in those simple things,
Read slowly through your tomes,"

"Stimulate my mind, " she begged!
"You alone can put that smile upon my face,
Show me the panoramas of your imagination,
Of those greatest passions of the human race,"

"What vistas are there that you can share?
What creations dance in that mind?
Bring me slowly to orgasm dear poet,
With your visions that help me unwind,

After you you have captured my mind, dear poet,
I will offer to you also my soul,
Then ravish me slowly, with your words,"
This seems to have been her goal,

"Then let me give you some of that secret pleasure,
That you have shared with me,
Place your hand upon my thigh now,
Move it slowly up from my knee,"

"Place also, your hand upon my breasts,"
Here, she gently guided his hands,
I want to repay you with the pleasures of my flesh,
The finest in all the lands,

She slowly spreading her legs,
Begging him to enter there,
But something told him deep inside,
That of her he should beware,

Faced with such great temptation,
The poet reluctantly backed away,
If he was to make love to her,
It must be on another day,

He told her that his soul was one,
That could not be 'bought on-the-cheap,'
That the harvesting of his soul,
Was not for her alone to reap,

The brain is a powerful organ,
So sensual and sexual too,
Yet, perhaps if you are lucky my friend,
My poems might stimulate you!