Once I put my pencil to
paper
all mental barriers are
broken.
Words become sentences
then ideas start flowing
like the surge of warmth filling
the body
after a simple kiss.
Ink on paper is
a writer’s foreplay-
Scribbling babble is
my forte.
A peck on the cheek
then skin against skin,
one will never finish what
one doesn’t begin.
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