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i watch the way my pen
caresses my paper and i am extremely jealous
the way my hand slides across this desk
makes me upset
these fingers that hold this pen
should be pulling you in, closer, closer, closer
my mind is so pre-occupied with you
i sat to pen a symphony, a creative soliloquy
but i ended up stumbling my way through a nursery rhyme
the best work of my time is lost
in the smoke cloud, hanging thick between my ears
where my intellect used to reside
i left my pride at pride
what is left but a fractured shell
housing a tormented soul
put me out of my prolonged misery
love me endlessly into ecstasy for eternity
the way my eyes gaze upon these words
breaks my heart
for they greatly pale in comparison to your beauty
these words, though sweet on my lips
turn bitter at the remembrance of your nectar
your nectar, sweet nectar gives my soul cavities
heat from my brain, between my ears
makes a clear path for repeated
articulations
heat from my core, between my thighs
makes a clear path for repeated
ejaculations
your absence gives me course
for ink orgasms
your presence gives me course
for wet orgasms
yet i am left holding pen and paper
my heart jealous of my mind
my mind can express
what my heart desperately wants to practice
so i watch my pen caress my paper
and i am extremely jealous