Writing From the Heart

I wrote this poem upon my lovers face, So she would know that my love could never be erased, I wrote this poem upon my lover's neck, So she'd know, Its her mind and soul I love, Her thoughts and ideas I respect. I wrote this poem upon my lover's breast, To be sure that I had a place to sleep after my night of conquest. I continued pass her ribs down to her belly, And with careful attention And the best penmanship To seal thy love I wrote upon her hips. From her hips down to her thighs, I wrote the many special things So she would never have to ask why, From where does my love spring, I wrote this poem upon my lover's spine. To unveil the riches and treasures she'd once twined. I wrote this poem upon my lover's arms, To remind her I'll hold her and protect her from harm. I wrote this poem upon my lover's inner thighs. So I could recite this, after traveling her sky. In this age of tattoos, I broke the rules, Like a child with a pen.... Stands on couch and stool, I wrote all over the walls of her heart, While substance and meaning seeped in. Her skin sustained the ink like ancient hieroglyphics. I wrote this poem upon my lover's back, My eyes, witness to these erotic facts. With lover's ink, across her smooth skin, I wrote of the honey dripping from her pours, Of how the ink that runneth, And love that cometh blends. I wrote upon my lover, with perminate ink, from head to toe, Heavan knows I had more to say, But I wrote as far as the ink persisted to flow. For Shannon