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                                          Poets in My Bedroom

                                          Composed collectively by XOXO audience | Edited by Elaina M. Ellis

                                          I want poets in my bedroom.
                                          I want hot wax lips on my lips
                                                      sliding down my hips.
                                          I want your tongue on my neck
                                                      your fingers on my clit
                                                      your heart twined with mine
                                                                  in mystery.
                                           
                                          Give me the kind of safety
                                                      that makes a girl swoon sweet Hallelujah
                                                      this is real, this is sexy, this is present
                                                      and I could not be more turned on by your face
                                                      in this moment.  Forever.
                                          I want poets in my bedroom.
                                           
                                          In my bedroom I want
                                          to cry out for mercy in a tawdry moment,
                                          but not apologize, ever!
                                          I want to tell the secret of me & he and what
                                                         we could’ve done that day
                                                         in the elevator if I had wanted to.

                                          Give me sweet, sweet kisses
                                                      lying deep on your couch.  I want poets.
                                           
                                          Poets:
                                          Give me everything.
                                                      Right now.
                                                      Whether you want to or not
                                                      or you’ll be sorry.
                                          To hell with THIS.
                                                      WAITING.
                                          I want poets in my bedroom.
                                           
                                          Give me sweet hot & sweaty thoughts
                                                      heavy squirmy ones.
                                          I want endless days and nights
                                                      of our bodies melted
                                                      into one another.
                                          Give me another kiss.
                                          Give me head.
                                          I want poets in my bedroom.
                                           
                                          To hell with poets.
                                                      throwing my heart away
                                                      believing I don’t deserve you.
                                                      That I can never have what I want:
                                                      heart/pounding  skin/screaming
                                                      deep/feeling  not/thinking
                                                      hot/sexy  just/knowing
                                                      I am for you. You are for me.
                                          In my bedroom.
                                           
                                          Poets:
                                          Give me cunnilingus and a foot rub
                                                      every morning upon waking, please.
                                                      Please?
                                          I want. In my bedroom.  Please.
                                           
                                           I want kisses quick as kicks.
                                          Give me a man to worship
                                                      to keep my mind
                                                      out of my mind.
                                          I want poets in my bedroom.
                                           
                                           I want you, baby.
                                                      I am going to f*** you so hard
                                                       after Lick tonight.
                                          Give me your hard silicone swirled cock
                                                      with a growl
                                                                  take me now, I say
                                                                              and I give myself to you
                                                                  as you just gave me your essence.
                                          I want poets in my bedroom.
                                           
                                          Give me orgasm
                                                      after orgasm
                                                                  I want poets
                                                      after orgasm
                                                      after orgasm
                                                                  in my
                                                      after orgasm
                                                                  in my bedroom.  
                                           
                                          I want poets in my bedroom.
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