The Seduction of a Poet

"Stimulate my mind!" she begged,
This, she earnestly implored,
"Creativity cultivated" she said,
"Is a beautiful 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 urged!
"You can put that smile upon my face,
Show me the panoramas of your imagination,
The greatest passions of the human race,"

"What vistas are there that you can share?
What creations are in that mind?
Bring me slowly to orgasm with those visions,
That help me to unwind,"

"After you you have captured my mind, dear poet,
I will offer to you also my soul,
Then ravish me slowly, over time,"
It seemed that was her goal,

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

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

Excitedly I squeezed her soft flesh,
Then slowly licked her nipples hard and round,
Sucking upon those soft mounds,
Pleased at what I found,

She slowly spread her legs for me,
Begging me to enter there,
But something deep inside of me,
Told me, that of her I should beware,

But I cast caution to the wind,
Presented with those milky white thighs,
Then I placed my tongue upon her Venus mound,
Accompanied by her moans and sighs,

Hot and wet were her soft fleshy folds,
Taking time to carefully place each lick,
Upon her sensitive clitoris,
I sensed just what made her tick,

Deep inside I pressed my tongue,
Reaching to her firm G-spot,
Rubbing it gently with the tip of my tongue,
She stiffened as if she were shot,

I felt her orgasm building,
She was jumping and bucking out of control,
Heaving and pumping up and down on my tongue,
Like a horny, happy foal,

She must have come one hundred times,
As the hours onward went,
Each wave of orgasmic pleasure intensified,
Until every ounce of her energy spent,

When I finally had finished,
She was quivering like a jelly a bit,
Just to touch her she would shake uncontrollably,
Into a cascading aftershock of an orgasmic fit,

A quivering lump of orgasmic pleasure,
She could not even raise her head,
I pleasured her almost to to point of death,
As it seemed she was nearly dead,

Her legs now too wobbly and weak,
She could not even attempt to walk,
So she feebly suggested,
That perhaps we could just lay here and talk,

"My God, what have you done to me?"
She asked in total awe,
Orgasms continued to ripple through her,
That is what I saw,

She said that she could eat me whole,
With me she was completely smitten,
"You know that I want to own your soul,"
But she was too weak now like a kitten,

I paused for a moment to consider,
While her orgasmic tremors subsided,
The ramifications of what she said,
In what she had confided,

I told her that my soul was one,
That could not be bought on-the-cheap,
That the harvesting of my soul,
Was not one for her to reap,

Our brain and body are sexual organs,
Very powerful and sensual too,
Yet, perhaps if you are lucky dear reader,
My poems too might stimulate you!

© Fortbruce