The best one night stand I've ever had.

I make love when I put my pen to paper
And I arch my back in ecstasy
As rhymes spill out of me
From somewhere deep within
Where lyrical intentions penetrate
Regions of my soul that I can’t understand

Caught unawares in your sidelong glances,
We tango to the death,
Lips locked in verbose gestures that translate
To physical ventures far beneath the carnality
That any sort of human flesh is capable of
Only unholy gestures that demons wouldn’t dare cast
Over the lesser of us mortals

And I am not afraid to betray you if I’m ever locked in Room 101
Staring back at unemotional logic and the hungry, thrashing rats
I will not be afraid to let loose and let my wordy regurgitations of
The intentions that I’ve written in my head spill out
Screaming “Do it to her, not me”
Never would I dream of harming myself to save
Some temporary rapture I find in the release through verses incarnate

There are horses neighing and kicking in my head
As I struggle against reins you’ve tied me up in
Elaborately intricate knots in my back that you’ve put
From too many nights in too many positions
Blinders on so I can only stare straight forward
As your lips form a seductive circle
Repeating the process over and over and over again
Bodies caught in the caustic ties
Of sublime literary inspiration grinding on each other and panting

Your moans are loud as you slip into trances worthy of prophet’s ears
And they make me feel invincible as I’m scribbling madly,
Writing words that are indecipherable
My mind is spinning as you violate my aural senses,
Leaving me in a synesthetic high
Where I can hear the colors you paint in front of me with your airy fingertips,
Leaving traces of moonlight and your back arched in ecstatic revelations
Because of the utter power you have over me
You enthrall me as your lips press forward into my ears
Whispering promises of redemption and fame and acknowledgement
That yes, I do mean something to you
Craving your touch more and more as I beg you,
My dearest muse,
To never leave my side,
Clinging onto your arms and taping your wings down
As if physical bonds could hold something so intangible

Your velvety hands imprinting poetic escapades
In my mind have no fingerprints
Because my problems leave no evidence at the crime scene
I cradle you like sand between my fingertips
Watching you slip and slide away carelessly
Leaving me at dead ends
Unable to finish my thoughts

And I fall into the discord of words jumbled together making no sense
I lose my eloquence, and if you’ll allow me to say so colloquially
You’ve left me with the literary equivalent of blue balls
Tempting me with a potential masterpiece and then vanishing
Before stealing one last, hard kiss that makes my ears ring and cymbals clash in my head
As the marching band gets back into logical formation
Leaving me without the capability for literary expression
My rapturous muse,
My poetic one night stand