HE-WRITER

His words flow like gentle rivers

Washing over me

Delightfully lingering upon my subconscious

As he renders me helpless

Leaving me lost within his haunting desires



Such a beauty

Is spoken with this masculine tongue

As his pen glides upon the page

An enviable weapon of seduction

He calls to me

Enticing me with this gift so intriguing

It takes my breath away



Ragged and broken down

His spirit never willing to give up the fight

He fears what he will become

Should he deny this instinct

A tormenting mass of emotions and unspoken thoughts

Scattered in a beautiful disarray of verse



His appearance his disguise

As he loses himself within the pages of love and lust

Heartache and trust

Things that never were

And some that never should have been

These moments

Subtly recreated with the ink

That he knows

Only few understand