You could let my art make love to your heart,
Let my poetic voice ignite the flame
Which has been smothered for so long
Within the hearth of your body.

I could awake in you sensations long forgotten,
Make dance the butterflies sleeping inside
If you would let my eloquence rain on your deserted flesh.

I could compose a sonnet to seduce you,
Alluringly wrap my verses around your waist
And entice your every sense with my creativity.

My language could be your most perfect lover,
Ravishing you with rhetoric rolling off my tongue
And touching the hidden artist inside your mind
With each stroke of my poetry upon your body.

With only a tip of my pen,
I could touch you with a passion
Truer than any other you have known,
And with the ink of our desire, write your name,
Each letter sealed by a kiss, on your skin.

O, how i could shape every one of your fantasies
Into imagery too vivid for the human eye,
Mold my words into the contours of your back,
The rhythmic pattern of my imagination moving,
Like my lips, down the valley of your spine.

Each designed meter, each syllabic cadence
Could, as the enchanting flute to the snake,
Lure you into the web of my embrace,
Invite you to reach in further, come in deeper,
Penetrate and inspire my body, my mind, my heart.

Yes...
I could write you a love poem,
A poem the length of a lifetime.