Love Letter
By Lisanne
The page is blank and begs for words. Shall I Write what I feel? Or would you want to read Romantic lines? I could give those a try And be your soft and proper girl, indeed. Perhaps you'd like to hear the words I'd choose As my fingers curl 'round this pen's firm shaft And touch its tip to warm moist lips and muse Upon the lines I'd like to script. At last I'd press the point to paper like a cure And ink would flow like honey from my thighs. Would it shock you then? Would you find allure In learning of the words between my sighs? I tremble now as I begin to write And stroke my darkest fantasies to flight. Written November 1st, 1998 © on Nov 18 2001 03:58 AM PST 0 • 8
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"The page is blank and begs for words. Shall I..."