Flowing pen

The flow of my pen

Gently travelling and mesmerizing

Each outline so tenderly,

Soft tissue underneath my thumb,

As I come find myself

 On a journey upon new discoveries.

He who hasn’t been in my place yet,

Must be idiotic to have left your side.

There masculinity couldn’t confined,

That you’re a precious jewel,

Not to be broken or tampered with,

My gentle pen is drawing a map

Upon your skin, as my lips leaves

Tracks of places I want to endeavour

My inner emotions burning with desire

As I felt you’re body heating under my pen,

My fingers leaving space for my lips,

To taste, too explore on a natures trail.

There are no marks of bruises left by my pen,

I make you feel like you’re a woman,

That deserves to be loved and to be romanced.

The flow of my pen, never empty.

Due to the slow love making of our touches,

Our eyes locked, intense and full of lust.

This is how I want to show you my passion,

Your body that my lips have drawn a map,

Does my words leak from mind as it

Does on your smooth silky skin,

I want my touching to be like a beautiful song,

That flows from my pen.

Copyright  C Davids

22/06/2011