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My Nib

My nib, the focal point,The heat of my desires, It’s flow doth cause eruptions Not on my page aloneThe purest form that motivatesMy nib to flow apaceMy thoughts, my lover's driveEnvigoured by her wetted place.Her spell now overriding meMy nib becomes her...

The inkwell and the Quill

 My nib was dipped inside her ink wellThen love was written across her page.Her well of ink, My constant source of fresh resources.The contours of her pageBecame the canvassFor my words My words of love My words of life Our words of shared passion Touching the...