Sometimes I sit and close my eyes and meditate on the idea of you and I wanting to get to know you but needing to be free to speak my mind without fear of rejection letting my guard down while my heart is still protecting the secret desires that I hold within I am your PAPER and you are my PEN you write on me using sweet words of rapture and after the first verse my heart is captured as you write I begin to soak up your ink and suddenly I've lost my ability to think Intoxicated by your writing finesse.....I Am Lured into your Fortress the place where you keep your secrets and then you stop.... to read me you pick me up gently and stare at me intensely wondering if you have revealed too much STILL....you can't put me down because you like the way I feel when you touch me soft and smooth you study me line by line I and you are poetry and you are mine
Sometimes I sit and close my eyes and meditate on the idea of you and I wanting to get to know you but needing to be free to speak my mind without fear of rejection letting my guard down while my heart is still protecting the secret desires that I hold within I am your PAPER and you are my PEN you write on me using sweet words of rapture and after the first verse my heart is captured as you write I begin to soak up your ink and suddenly I've lost my ability to think Intoxicated by your writing finesse.....I Am Lured into your Fortress the place where you keep your secrets and then you stop.... to read me you pick me up gently and stare at me intensely wondering if you have revealed too much STILL....you can't put me down because you like the way I feel when you touch me soft and smooth you study me line by line I and you are poetry and you are mine
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