Hearts Whisper

I want the first poem to start with the sound of your moan Then, end with your lips on my lips I want to taste your innocence without a spoken word I want to make you arch with nothing but my pen I want to kiss you up and down in short sentences I want to touch you with my mind I want to unhook your dress with nothing but my words I want to marvel at your body Marvel at the work of art that you are I want to connect the dots with the goosebumps on your skin I want to spread you apart with my love letter My innocent love letter I want to dip my pen into the ink dripping between your thighs Then trace the lighting marks on your back And make your eyes roll back If that's fine with you.