Posted in life, love, Poetry

Masterpiece

Nothing sexier
than the way a pen writes,
its strokes
slide so smoothly over lines and angles;
Gliding confidently around circles and curves.

Skipping over letters
and slopes
tiptoeing calmly
through numbers and punctuation.

How powerfully it dots i’s,
how brusquely it crosses t’s…

Sinking deep into
and between the lines,
So expressively it conveys
the writer’s vibe
moment to minute.

Fluctuation in frequency
slightly alters
each hump, bump, twirl, curlicue, arc,
dip, loop, point, and tip…

I’m imagining
your hands caressing my body
your tongue having its ways with my curves –
navigating my silhouette;

You holding me,
touching me,
sculpting me –
A glowing magnum opus;

You appreciating me
like I’m the greatest masterpiece
you’ve ever written.

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Curating Personal Year 9. Wife and mom of 3. Writer. Zentrovert. Aspiring Engineer. Resident Badass.

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