“Then She Knew”

Upon the door of her mind

He knocks.

Forcing his way in with naked desire,

Sweet nectar to fruition.

His taut diction widening her intellect…

teasing her imagination

and wetting her senses.

Erratic rhythms roaming

uncharted, voluptuous valleys…

Then she felt it:

The honeyed climax.

the gasp of inspiration,

the clenching of wits,

the pleasure of orgasmic looting

and the repose of coupling.

She left a trail of red lines on the broadsheet,

evidence of her enlightenment.

Then she knew….

Language had invaded her structure,

giving birth to a poet.

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