"Art"

A masterpiece to last the ages
I open your book, read the folded pages
Lo, the story is far from done
I start to write, my pen, my tongue
Making you squeal
With my Author's Intent,
artistic zeal
Painting strokes and curves,
points and tapers
Adding words and images
upon your paper
Yet, I have so much more in store
As I slither in through the door
To the scent and flavor,
Hidden treasure I adore
You quiver and shiver
Again, again
Your delight is a river
Dripping down my chin
Just when you think
the story is at an end
I start to write with my other pen
Deep in the pages
of your soft skin
Again and again
and again