With this page I lay you down;
White the paper, white the sheet,
Freshly made and neat.
With this pen I trace a line
Down your back - a finger
Down your back - and linger.
With these words I flick my tongue
Across your lips, and wait.
lumsy words... Articulate.
And with these words and with my mouth
Around your breasts awhile;
With these words I make you smile.
With these lines our bodies flow;
Words caressing paper skin.
Words... coming from within.
With this page I lay you down;
White the paper, white the sheet,
Freshly wet and sweet.