Slender, sleek and smooth; you’re the life of me.
Come, inscribe words that awe my heart.
Let’s draw a map of beatitude.
Let’s weave words which wafts away wails
and tales that touch the heart.
Draw words which makes the world
believe and fall in love again.
My pen has a heart of its own.
These are not my thoughts, I promise.
You have no inkling of what my ink can do to me.
Shooting me to the stars and painting the skies
with words alluring and flirty to my soul.
My pen is feminine; I can tell by the way
It sways gently and softly in rhythmic rhythm.
It’s a coquette with such etiquette!
Sometimes I feel she belongs whole to me
and a few times, her charms makes me jealous.
My pen and I are one.
Count to ten,
watch my pen
swoon the men.