The Poet

The poet she called as her lover
in his hands words caressed her skin
tenderly kissing where her need demanded
as he held her soul beyond the reach of men

Light and linguistic playing his words
each probing deeper inside her body and mind
a haunting seduction in sonnetry
awakening her senses in a moment of lust

The poet she called a lover
as she felt the flames of his heart
burning her flesh with his devil’s tongue
before she fell to her knees at his command

His foreplay of versification
setting her free in desire
as his words remain
her poet lingers longer inside.


©JG Farmer 2015

Form: Free Verse Registered & Protected  GDNQ-01W1-ZAN1-MHIJ


About Jez Farmer

I am a freelance writer and poet and started writing after raising my two boys as a way of discovering just who Jez is. That is still very much an on-going project but the journey so far has introduced me to many wonderful friends and fellow writers through an ever growing love of poetry.
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