kitty the naughty poet

Her heartbeat

she handed over her heartbeat,

the day she married him and his smiling bluey green eyes.

although he still didn\'t quite know it yet

he owned her right from the very first word.

speaking in gentle whispers just for her ears to hear,

seducing her mind with his words of devotion.

travelling through the breeze like little bubbles

only bursting once they hit her ears.

stirring the mind and stroking her body
with his soft fingertips.

skating over her succulent flesh

like a writer\'s fluid movement with a pen.