He allows words and ideas to play.
I withdraw the sceptic and love begins.
He turns magic from under his sleeves.
I am bitten; infected with his creative disease.
My blood, carries his words to my heart.
His art paints poetry under my skin.
I am tripping on Desire’s internal twist.
As his thoughts decorate my inner bliss.
I pled for him to penetrate me with his pen.
For him to bring me to life again.
On my knees I offer my soul.
A human canvas, I am his, forever to own.
My heart is a fan. I’ll be Art to the man.
Awaiting his Ink Intravenous…
Written by S.K. Jackson