Saturday, September 8, 2018

Visionary

He made love to her on paper.
They spilled ink like passion
across the sheets.
He caressed her curves
in every love letter.
He kissed up and down her thighs
in short sentences and prose.
He tasted all her innocence,
without a spoken word.
He bit her lip and pulled her hair
in between the lines.
He made her arch her back and scream,
and it only took a pen....