With my words upon the page,
I can fill you up with rage,
or I can make you see the dance,
of the redhead ******* stage.

Transport you to foreign lands,
or at the game up in the stands,
float you on the ocean's waves,
your imagination at my command.

I can take you to the moon,
or have you humming a catchy tune,
give you visions of naked flesh,
bikini girls and beach sand dunes.

You are caught on my pen tip,
watching the ink on to paper slip,
waiting for every next word,
to take you on a mental trip.