Penned Satisfaction
Every time he picks up
his pen and ink
He is writing just for
me I like to think
This white paper is
our own satin sheet
His purpose is evident a
certain challenging feat
Each word elegantly
swirls with intent
Sentences coming together
being all heaven sent
Ink flows over my bare
flesh and each curve
Leaving me breathless
losing control and reserve
As his pen scrapes the
paper it sends such chills
Every period and question
mark ends new thrills
More passionately he writes
the deeper each pens stroke
Raising the excitement in
me teasingly provokes
Faster his pen artfully
brings on a reaction
When his pen releases its ink
in flesh tingling satisfaction
1st place
Strand Special 11 contest
Sponsor; Brian strand
Copyright © Brenda Chiri | Year Posted 2019
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