slumbering scribe

my pen glides across the line
blue sentiment settling upon white
& I gasp
gripping it convulsively

as his touch delves
between slickened folds
creating poetry of their own

forcing thought back to the task at hand
I try again
more words spread before my eyes

& I drop the pen
as seeking fingers sink deeper within

my gaze lifts
pleading
I want...

a pause in the rhythm
an agony of cessation

no...
I know what you want
tell me what you need

I lick my lips
I need more...

a single stroke brings me to the edge
leaving me teetering
more what...

I swallow hard as fire rages
barely constrained
& flood threatens

...ink...

thumb presses against sensitive bud
as fingers sink knuckle deep
curving & stroking
stoking the flames

& I am lost
drowning in a burning sea
a blissful momentary eternity

writhing upon the anchor of him
until breathing slows
& my shuddering world approaches calm

again...
you can do better...

pen in hand
I do as he commands
pouring my poem
into his waiting palm




some dreams you just hate to wake up from...