medulla oblongata

We make love mentally
leaking supple neurons
and ejaculating brain waves
She likes it when I giver her
dirty telepathy
We don't f**k
we flow
My baby is a pro
I can climax from her telekenesis
she raises my I.Q.
makes my brain pulsate
when I write our love thesis
Panting heavily
scratching my temple
I ponder her
while I pine for her
my mind stays with her
while I carry on with my day
My body craves her incessantly
as we make love mentally.

Reviews

[Biohazard]

A very interesting way to describe the logic of the subject. Nicely written.

[Cassandra]

nice..sexy.. descriptive write. The art of making love really is all in the mental magic and I think you really nailed that with this poem. Lovin' the title.

We don't f**k
we flow
My baby is a pro
I can climax from her telekenesis ... can i just say.. wow. This is such a creative write.

My body craves her incessantly
as we make love mentally....

Who ever said sex had to be all physical ?

[Chad Halle]

this poem is wet, sticky- many great lines, nearly each and every stand out. i really, really enjoy this piece