Pen and Paper

I make love on paper.

And spill ink like passion across the sheets. 

Caressing those curves in every single letter. 

Longing to kiss up and down your thighs in short sentences and prose. 

Dying to taste all your innocence, without a spoken word.

Bitting your lip and pulling your hair, in between the lines. 

My dark desires crave for it all,

As I make you arch your back and scream,

lt only takes a pen.