Written in Desire

Passionate Kiss

I loved her in prose, letting words flow freely across the page like an unstoppable sentence.

I traced the shape of her body in word choice and held her soul in delicate phrases, every curve brought to life in poetry.

My sentences kissed her thighs, tasting her innocence in the quiet pauses between lines.

I pulled at her emotions, pressing the nib deeper with every thought, each stroke drawing her closer.

She arched into the prose, her moans captured in the margins.

All it took was the weight of a pen and the hunger to write her into eternity.