Dear Poetry

Dear Poetry, With your words And style And rhythm And rhyme We found our love. Like a poem, Beautiful! With a smile that spoke Peace to a pissed soul, A structure so sexy With curves that left me yearning... Yearning to flip the pages in sensual caresses, Yearning to read her lips and the sweetness of her kiss, Yearning for the rhymes in her breasts and the traversing rhythm from he nipples. But then... Poetry, In your mystery and puzzle, Without notice or caution, You put love in another man's hand, To read, Reread, To study, Restudy, To devour, Enjoy, To feel the beauty of the poems structure, To drink of the poems beauty, To dance of it's rhythm and rhymes, Leaving me.....Dry. But still, Poetry, Your words have a way of locating the owner, In your mistery you do, In your ways you will.