From My Imagination

   
The ink designs some nuanced lines as it slides across the paper    
So, with smooth glides I grip the pen gently between my fingers  
I watch the camber of each letter as they take shape and form  
                                                                                …and taper  
Reeling in a feeling of a sweet scent and sensuality that lingers  
   
I observe as the curve of every word caresses my lingual nerve  
With subtle verbs that leave me stunned and gladly perplexed  
Because in the adoration of her existence I just find it enticing  
                                                                            …and superb  
That without her even trying…she fluently strokes my cortex  
   
Like a game of seduction and allure that a romance can ensure  
There’s a fire burning with passion, enthusiasm and admiration  
Because at the core of it all it becomes so diligent and mindful  
                                                                    …and very demure  
In the way she inspires a perverse verse, rising my fascination        
   
I don’t expect this text to pervade or persuade her in any way  
But she’s already fueled the mechanisms of this machination  
Thus, I must partake in the lust of a titillating fantasy to play  
                                                                              ..and pray  
That in our sleep it seeps into reality from my imagination