Words On A Paper

I took just one, and
held it in my hand--
your words
that came, silently
like ships on calm oceans.

I plucked another (word)--
I used to know such things
once
so I took them, and
touched them to my lips, and
the blood returned to dried up places.

So long--
I'd forgotten how it is to feel
(on purpose)
but you left more (words)
and I had to take each one
and smear them on my heart, things
you believe, and
want..... desire (me)

They stabbed and flowed
into dormant places, filling--
I smiled
(and cried a little)
and wrote my own words
and felt your heat, as
you devoured my thoughts
(my thighs.....)

Your waves of testosterone
came my way, and
I've opened a place for you
(the man, you are)
if you want it---

I think you do...
(and so do I)