Poemography

My first time, no longer a virgin,
I bled for you, the world was my surgeon...
Suduced by passion, lusting from your touch,
the momment I met you, I could never have too much...

My stencil flowed between your lines,
you had to be made for me, hinesighted sighs...
Each word was like a kiss, each period,
started new beginnings of the place you missed...

Buried deep, I created in between the lines,
the meaning of love, no knowledge of time...
I moan for you, this is yours, take me now,
caress my body, perfect my header,
punctuate my sentence and paint my footer...

Rationalize my wrong and love me right,
lets make this unity between pen and paper tonight...
Now that your finish with me, forget me not,
finalize tonights passion with one final dot...