Pen and Paper 2
My paper pure and has not yet been touched by ink
Pen and paper should not be rushed
My thoughts, his thoughts
My words, his words
He imagines me
He will be everything
I imagined and more
My paper is sacred to me and only for him
He can almost taste my words
I know he feels my words
He can only just touch my words
I know one day I will meet him this is our fate
When I do he will know where to write on my paper and he will give me the poetry and the words I have always craved and hungered for his taste
Only his words can ever fulfil me
I wait for his ink to spill onto my paper
He will spread his ink with his beautiful hands and saturate me in his ink and his graffiti will cover me
He is my writer, my artist, my poet, my soulmate, my lover
He uses his ink so precisely
My paper and scent I give willingly to him
He gifts me his pen and ink
We become one as he writes
Our thoughts, our words set with his ink
We will forever write
Poetry and graffiti
Scent and ink
Pen and paper
Toria
13/3/2021
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