I want you to come so that I can write poetry about it. So that every line is imbued with your tremor, so that every rhyme echoes your moan, so that every metaphor is woven from our shared light. My sensuality is inspiration. You give me material for creation, for art, for life. I surrender to the moment with the grace of a muse and with a fire that ignites words. We pass through pleasure as through poetry — each stanza deeper, each image brighter, each word more precise. Orgasm comes as the final line — the one that completes the poem but leaves an aftertaste, a desire to read it again and again. Every cell of your body becomes a word in my verse, and this verse is the most beautiful I have ever written. With me, you don't just come — you become poetry. And this poetry lives forever.