I dipped my pen
In the black of your ink
And watched as my intrusion
Erupted ripples
Along your once tranquil mood
Such an intimate sumptuous moment
I felt you
Coiling around me
As my uncovered skin exhales.
Your essence
Wet and enticing
Slipping between secreted places
Delicately crest at my tip
Begging to be sprawled
Along these white unspoiled sheets
Neatly lined and in wait
Of my next entry
Begging to be the words
Of my poetry.
Olsfred James 2016©
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