Your Quill

Take your quill,
Dip it in my ink
Look me in the eyes
Don't look away or blink
Write me a love poem,
Whisper it in my ear
Make me so hot,
My skin starts to sear
Make love to me on paper,
With your written words
Make my lust soar higher,
Than even the birds
Then when you're finished,
Use propper puncuation
It makes my body throb,
Takes my lust to the highest elevation