Heart of Fire
Calligraphy Of Desire
My velvet brush dips deep and lingers there in the warm inkwell of your endless desire the ink of passion flows for me tonight so I may show you how It feels my muse to be so truly needed by an ardent lover I hunger to write poems of love's power upon the warm supple parchment of your skin secret words that only you can comprehend till my brush runs dry and I return to dip again in ink made by god for the calligraphy of desire
W. I. Boucher September 2, 1999
