I… the quill that scribes a thrill
of poetry upon ivory vellum
with ripe passion fruit grown erect
and ridges that curve succulent.

you... the parchment sighing attachment
of ethereal passageways heaven bound.
An unfurled roll of slender-skin gyrates
to the beat of moaned lyrics written.

Salty inspiration weaves glistened heaves
within shivers penned on warm silken lips,
paper thin sighs escape hardened-pen inhaler
and typed heat boils under quivering scroll.

Paper covers rock, strolls the alabaster block,
inscribing in a slow and rhythmic power walk.
As the poetic document states the All Mighty
resurrected while writing erotic Scripture.

Pen & paper collaborate as they evaporate
carnal desires and watch them condensate
into a liquid mix of perfect teamwork
to scribe a fluid state of tactile ecstasy.

beautiful. nice write.

thank you just throwing some words together

entertaining.... I thought to pull out the shakespheare