loving a writer

Loving a writer is difficult for me 
I said to him who was incredibly in love with his pen 
He said " You are beautiful" 
Without looking at me 
Your eyes sparkle 
Your breath dance 
Your hair takes my heart 

Then came my anger I sat 
Before him 
Keeping my fingers close to my lips 
Then came his describe 
" Yes, look at you 
The pose you have 
So deeply I admire with lust
Listen to my instincts 
I can't wait to grab you now 
As I gaze into your eyes 
I am drowning in deep love 
You my mistress my heaven 
Let's fondle in seduction "

So surprisingly I couldn't even 
Able to give any expression
I was so immensely thinking 

Are those words for me or someone else 
He did speak to me or he is writing a general thought
Do he pen for me or just an artistic description of his experience 

I couldn't wait to ask him 
" Prince!! 
Do you write for me or it's the art in you that describes the normal feeling
Do you find me beautiful or do you just give those words you learnt in the dictionary as you write
Have you ever tried to dedicate 
One such word to me 
Which you feel most near to your heart
I am unable to trust you and your words 
Because you as a writer too gifted to write imagination more realistic 
Soon I knew my admiration in terms of your word magic that questions my heart 

Do you think of me before every word that you pen 
Or describe 
Do you mean all those feelings for me 
He calmly said 
" Do you feel happy if I say I love 
You beautiful 
What else do you want to let me know
I can flow words for you " 
This time I was astonished
Then came a little anger to slap him, then came slight sadness thought to be silent
... 
©inlove_erotica

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