paper and pen

paper and pen

Pen in my hand

Horny for writing

Crazy to splash his inks with my thoughts

Now, he is in my hand

And satisfy himself with my feelings

‘cause only he can hear my crys and feelings

I only tell my secrets to him to blow them on my other comrade.

Lover; paper, booklet petals…

He reaches to the highest orgasm when I tell him all

                                   And splash his springs on the paper.

Paper, is now pregnant to my thoughts to appear

I hope that it will be a nice baby.