writing looking into your light, dark eyes of sensual mystery

that only beautiful women have

makes me step out of line

marking on the sheet with passion because my fingers slide hot

filled with the ink that runs through the veins

that leads with sighs

with slow breathing when reading a paragraph

out of the soul

as looking at a star or the moon

when the night is clear and calm

I keep holding what my chest cries out

allowing the letters to lean stands up,

  lifting up your skirt

walking your bare legs

reaching to the point where your eyes close

and you sigh with me

you sigh intertwining your fingers with mine