were the pen
to be as mighty
as my hands upon your thighs,
were its ink
to drip its wonder
‘pon your gasping, worded rise,
would then paper hold on tight
to its sweet,
curving, quaking quill
and watermark its very being
as you have mine –
and ever will…
lifeofawillow 
Very nice piece … Ink drips it’s wonders … then paper hold on tight to it’s sweet curving quaking quill … so Inscriptive
thank you for the compliment and for reading. glad you enjoyed..
Every line etches on my mind; makes me grin as I recite.
thats great 🙂 glad you enjoyed!
The pleasure is mine–all the time! = )