Traces of invisible ink
on your body made me
sit back and think. Will
they lead me to your heart
and let me sink ? Will they
drench me like the ******
poet's black ink ? I'll never
know unless i trace them with
my fingertips and tongue. I can
hear my fingers fighting about
which one will touch you and
run down your coffee coloured
skin. It must be the beauty you
hold from within that leaves me
with these cravings of wanting to
sin. If the transparent ink on you
leads me to the gateways of heaven
and your heart will  you let me in* ? ~