The poet

Your words are songs
You use to seduce
The liquid trills
Caress at the ladies
Who lie at your feet
Once they have drunk
They are all yours
They laugh
Lazied to daydreams
You edge closer
Reach their ears
Pour in your languid letters
Each drip intoxicates
Each breath, breathes sweet
The scent of you
Once they sleep
They are entrapped
In a web of words
They dream
While you feed
Once they’re consumed
You tire too
Well-fed
Complete
You sleep