I can guarantee you an optical feast,
And mental satisfaction.
As my pen caresses paper
You’ll get your times worth.
I’ll spend the midnight hours slaving to make you happy;
After all the consumer is always right.
I want you to be able to come begging for more.
More verbs and nouns,
Synonyms and adjectives
that will make you tick.
I seek to provide you with a literary orgasm,
such a high off words whose kind you’ve never experienced.
As the lady of the night writes,
revel in the opium highs that spew from her ink pipe.
Smell the intoxicating heady mixture of anticipation.
Can you feel the furious rhythm of the pen strokes?
See the candle light flicker,
And the beaded curtain swish as she beckons to your intellect.
Free yourself of inhibitions and join her world,
let the joys of grammatical desire rock you to your core.
Let her regal seduction lull you to uncharted pleasures,
as she writes the night away for you.