full of intrigue
intellect and mind play,
a seductress,
a tease,
an innocent smile

and in between the words
within the pauses
where she breathes,
her pulse is quickening
as you read

and the longing of her words,
her needs, drip and run together
into streams of pleasure
and fantasy,
til she comes again
through the pen,
your hand between her knees
your finger tracing her margins

craving touch, her flavor,
lust and spontaneous behavior
weaves minds, entwines
intimacy and poetry
and leaves wrinkles
on the paper