They say, “the pen is mightier than the sword,” and here I am.
The wet ink of my nib, dripping over the sacred pages of your life.
Painting your soul and womb with my seed, as if I am painting our future in oils.
You always said, “it’s easy to take your clothes off for me,” and, yet, it is in our intimacy when we open our souls to each other and share our thoughts, fears, hopes, and dreams that we become naked for each other.
As you stand before me, there is not a more beautiful masterpiece
