His Quill
His words are teasing to the senses
his mind seeming a wondrous retreat
he makes me feel defenseless
and it becomes difficult to breathe
I have never met him
but he makes me ever-so restless
this woman who is ruled by true greatness
with passion generated through timeless written passage
satisfying all of her needs by the weight of
the strokes of his quill
Copyright © Danielle Wise Baxter | Year Posted 2012
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