flatter your senses

if i was what you wanted



i would forge trails through

your wilderness sensibilities



and nibble sweet nothings

against your inner thighs

like ardor was a culinary device



there would be destinations untold

and the construction of fables



i would knock the snow off your roof

in a song and dance about your beauty



i would flatter your senses

with tactile compliments



poetry would be nothing

in the heady delight of attending

to every nerve ending your epidermis

that would be my goal

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That final stanza is powerful!