My words are ***** and I ****** them
forcefully on the page, the staff bends
oh so slightly
                   but still it enters,
what was ****** in now damp with
          a push it gets to experience my love
and I keep on thrusting forward I grab it
penetrating the vacant places that were empty before
          but now I fill it to a content of yearning.
                I
                 finish
                           and then I leave I may use it again but
once I used it, neither was it pure as it once was but I may
call on it from time to time to see if it wants to be used
again, not as before but just a quickie, and then again I'm gone.