Blank canvas

Speak the language we only speak
The fire of a writer,
Leaves me weak.
Flames of passion which I crave
Electric shocks of seduction,
Absorbed into lyrical waves.
A masterpiece or a work of art
It’s the imaginative way,
You draw in my heart.
Pulling me into every emotion
Writing me into pages,
That hold the depths of oceans.
The way your ink draws me in
It’s like a magnetic pull
Gliding across my skin.
Let your ink flow free
I’ll be your blank canvas,
Write your creativity upon me.

K