I. Pen-sex, baby?midnight rush,in bed--with a pen in my handand you--in my mind...my pen scribblesmy imagination wandersmy body shiversto the thought ..
I let my fingerschase you downas you slithereffortlesslyfrom the tipof my tonguedown to my throatall the wayto my bellyI try not toscreamas you wander..
I refuse to spread my lovearound,unprotected--'cos sometimes diseases disguisethemseves aslove; unrequitedthrobbing erraticallylike my over caffeinate..