Grab your instrument of choice
Place pressure on a clean slate
Let’s start off gentle and slow
Seductively you round each vowel
Connecting consonants fluidly
Slowly and with intention
Each syllable etched into permanence
With every verse teasing
The spaces in between feel
Like miles across the page
As if letters long to touch one another
You drop **** ellipses
With perfect timing…
Paragraphs forming
Completing thoughts
That’s it now
Harder impressions with your tool
There’s no need to be gentle
You’re getting closer
To the end
But pace yourself
We’re not done yet
The last thought leaves me
Almost satisfied
But more chapters await
The completion
Of this body of work
You crave to manipulate phrases
And dominate expressions
You wish to make me
Weak and tremble
From your mere strokes
To captivate and leave me
Breathless in anticipation
Your words flow effortlessly
Smooth, bold and intense
Full in length of feeling
And thicker in meaning
Making me sopping wet
As I take in
Every line of your piece
With each turn of the page
You drive your point
Harder and harder
With dramatic exclamations
Until you bring me
To the brink of ecstasy
With your pulsating conclusion