A Verbal Intercourse
By Adrian Michael Sayaphet
Can I make this poem smooth?
Smoother than any poem you've read before,
Soft and comfortable as you lounge upon each line,
Softer than any metaphor can adore.
I don't want to bore you, I just want to lure you,
Let me be the wind that whispers in your ear,
Let me be the couch that you sit down upon.
I don't want to rush you or crush you with words.
The words that are flowing may seduce you,
Induce you, or introduce you to a verbal intercourse.
Can I caress you with each word?
I'll make it hot and keep it stirred,
And then feed you with hungry thoughts for your mind.
Can I be the bed that you lay down upon
That may make you more comfortable, as you read on.
Let me gather all of these thoughts,
Though it may take awhile,
I'll rake up each word into a pile,
And give you my poem in return for your smile. | 
