Eargasm
Our introduction was subtle like the faint cool breeze through a window. I knew it was love from the
start when you seduce me with Word Play innuendo.
We moved slowly, from 120 to 360 degress of Rhapsodist fore place, every verbal touch creeped
into my soul, your tongue became the canvas of feelings I wanted to say.
I pleaded and begged for this Literary rendezvou to cease, with one strole I was open as we
created a thesaurus of rhythmic Vernacular, piece by piece.
Our intercourse was safe; in fact you wore a condom called Impropriety. Word useage and
Grammar were irrelevant you brought new meaning to Consonant ecstasy.
We consummated Metaphors using fact or colorful fiction. I rode your enlongated pen to the sounds
of spoken work with pitch perfect Dictation. Briefly reflecting on fake lyricist whose passion for you
was an imitation of my style - the climax increased and my Dialectic became ebonically wild.
I sank inside you until my back gave way to phonetic spasm. I discovered your name was Speech
and your Poetic seduction was my first Easgasm.
