IN BLACK AND WHITE

AS YOU PICK ME UP,  FEEL MY CURVES AND GET A GOOD GRIP.

PRESS ME AGAINST THE SURFACE AND MOVE ME IN DIFFERENT 

POSITIONS CREATING FRICTION WITH EVERY MOVE MAKING MY JUICES 

FLOW.  PASSIONATELY MOVING ME BACK AND FORTH  AND IN CIRCULAR 

MOTIONS CREATING IDEAS AND EMOTIONS WITH EVERY STROKE. 

PAUSING EVERY SO OFTEN, SILENTLY PLANNING WHAT TO DO NEXT.

THEN WHEN INSPIRATION HITS YOU, YOU VIGOROUSLY MOVE ME HOPING

NOT TO LOSE THE MOMENT AND CONTINUE TO MOVE MY BODY UNTIL I 

HAVE NO JUICES LEFT. YOU LAY ME DOWN AND LOOK OVER THE SURFACE WITH 

MY JUICES ALL OVER IT AND SMILE WITH SATISFACTION.  THE SATISFACTION IS KNOWING 

THAT WITHOUT ME, YOU COULD HAVE NOT CREATED THIS BEAUTIFUL WORK OF ART CALLED POETRY..