A message traced
with flesh tipped pen
letters of love spelled out
in swirls and straight lines,
pressure applied to punctuate
intensity, importance
of moment and emotion,
letters form words,
sword strokes stabbing
home my deep desire,
dots, dashes
telegraph flashes
of ardor and adoration
unspoken,yet felt and heard,
body language crystal clear,
the ink of my arousal drips
from it's nib, you decide
to take stylus in hand,
respond in kind
take your time, my love,
let passion flow from mind
to palm to purpose
the words will come,
it comes naturally
when you feel it,
as your fingers grasp,
you will wring the passion
and reap your heart's desire
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