Trigger Warning
Who do you ink you are?
Just who do you ink you are?
The master of words
Who writes scrolls of ink upon my skin
That promises to write every page of my book
Your pen of ink does spill
Beautiful
As you write deep into my curving spine
I writhe with each quill of your write
You tear my page with your pen
I feel your prick
I feel your pen
You spread my pages with your writers inked hands
Reading my writes
As my master of words
Goes up and down fondling my many pages
Graffitied by your aroma of flowing ink
Scarred by each tear of my loving page
Addicted to your writes
You feast and devour my soaked pages
As you curve my spine again
On this metaphoric spiralling crescendo of writes
As I watch you write
Who do you ink you are?
The master of words
You tore my pages with your magnificent write
You wrote your beautiful words upon my skin
You licked my soaking word’s
I felt your pen pierce me deep within
As my master of words
You read my blemished paper
Soaking up my ink
Our aroma of touch and lust deep upon our skin
My master of words
I let you touch the pages of my skin
The spine of my open book
You spread my pages
My master of words writes and writes
Not a page of my poetic book is left untouched
Who do you ink you are?
The master of words
Your Naked Poet
Toria
1/5/2022
Comments