when tip touches,
the spill creates
a story,
hands shake
as they imagine
what the paper feels.
Tempestuous teasing with pen
Touching your soul with passion
Making love with words
The ultimate climax.
Pen releases ink.
Giving papers a facial
Of creative juice.
Mind's preparation
An idea's penetration
The ultimate creation
Begins when
Virgin sheets
Are stained
With ink
You tease me with feathers,
I tease you with pen,
in skin and paper,
feeling alive again.
Sweat drips on fresh white sheets
Hand slides across and down, down, down
Muse, sing your song
Stroking tip across parchment
Dipped into ink
Rhythmically scrawling
Ideas flow, teasing, pleasing
Never ceasing.
Scintillation before insinuation.
Deliberation before inundation.
Synchronization.
[repeat if necessary]
the orgasm of words cannot be forced;
with intent, there is no beauty;
with effort, no sound.
Sharp, slender pen stabs deeply into the page,
ink protrudes from the tip,
together they form sentences.
