I want to sleep with a Poet

clover91:

She weaves words into fabric
and wears them like lingerie,
teasing me with every line break
falling from her shoulders.
Every metaphor is a small
moan pressing through her lips
echoing off paper walls.
She strips down in imagery
and lets similies glide
across my naked flesh.

We go to bed and paint
poetry into the bed sheets
fusing words into reality.