*
The scene was set, the curtains closed,
the action – long and drawn out.
Midnight was approaching, and my joy lay open and empty,
right in front of my anticipatory face.
With slow hand, I lightly pinched the pen
between two warm fingers and one clumsy thumb.
Mindlessly, I felt my way around the wet ink’s slippery slopes,
making sexy doodles with the target close at hand.
Whispering sweet nothings into the fold between the lines,
I cautiously bit the end of the pen,
and waited for the word…any word at all.
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