The Page

The page on which I write

Staring at the page

on which I write

I see the contours of your face

As I trace my fingers over you

as if I’m reading Braille

Words appear on my page

Words that radiate my emotions

Words that fuel

and drive my passion

Words that feed my soul

Each laughter line of mine

A little deeper

because of how

we share life together

Your honeyed tone

a wash of ink from my pen

As words tumble

easily onto my page

Eyes that shine

and sparkle like diamonds

Bowed lips that smile with ease

And perform incredible

acts of love and desire

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We find so many possibilities

as the night is ours

Would this page be one of lust

or one of deepest love?

For our relationship

is an anthology of

excitement and anticipation

Sometimes we create

new poetry as our souls dance

Yet on others

she finds pleasure

in the whip of my desire

which marks her flesh

as she in turn

uses her teeth

to ravage my form

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Our souls

dancing out of control

as we explore

our tantric sexuality

enriching each others pleasure

As the ink spills

over the page

just as freely

as we paint each other

in our essence