Writing

Thoughts of you
Filling my head
Fuelling my passion

Length in my hand
Feeling it’s weight
Gripping firm

I start teasing
My movements slow
As I start

Motion builds
As my excitement grows
At what I do

Hand moving faster
And faster
Frantic in need

Eyes almost closed
Lips parted
As the moment comes

My final release
My satisfaction
My completed art

I take in the sight
Of all this ink
That scrawls my page.