Her lips spoke the language of his deepest thoughts and his wildest dreams
His words built her. Every stroke of his pen, every punctuation mark.
Every sentence written.
She fell for the way he looked at her when he perfected each word.
She desired the way his lips parted during mid thought.
The fire during each frustration drove her mad.
His flawless descriptions drew her in.
Her hands met his and their words collided.

-Lily P. McLaughlin-