She Writes

She was a catastrophe
decomposing in her print
spelling out her desires
reminiscent on past romances

Her lines could seduce any
person quickly taking the
reader to another place in
their mind and body

Where reality falls short
her pages stretch into
the bloodstream and
flow like a soft voice

Writing was her passion
praising her parchment
with her delicious and
bitter black ink

It was her pleasure and
her pain her weakness
and her strength she
writes with all her heart