I hold on to the pen Holding it Gently like I'm holding a woman, I write softly* As if I was using my fingers to massage Her soft delicate skin,* The words kiss the page, Like I was kissing her lips over and over again, Sentences take time, imagination leaks, Her body is my canvas, fingers my ink, The page and woman are one, Caressed, Loved, Touched, **Each the same but different to the touch.