He Wrote Her

Once upon a naked canvas
words whispered across skin;
penned with a creative hand 
defined by his lusty wind.

Incoherent sentences 
branded upon her curves;
methodically composed 
pleasure she deserves.

Dipped in the puddles of her heart,
he wrote her,
by the ink of his lips.

Page after page
chapters without limit;
lines without structure 
clearly making her submit.

Enchantment was defined
sequels and a demand for more;
he engraved his signature
precise details to this folklore.

Dipped in the puddles of her heart,
he wrote her,
by the ink of his lips.

~ADayDreamWriter

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