Writer's Desire

If I had all night, with you, I could write the deepest of books, the novel of all novels

If you lay with me every day, we would know each curve, we would know each measure

A writer's desire, the most indulgent of the finest recipe, each ingredient, a sample of you

In each word, in each sentence, in each, and every paragraph, you are there, where I have been

My every emotion, my every thought, typed with the darkest of ink, in my mind

You are the quest, for my enduring, my best seller, my next write, my award winning

Movie, inspired by, my desire, my fingers, touch each page of your locks, as you are the marker

In which I hold the best for last, with the fallen angel, I catch you with each falling star

And I will write another, the darkest of shadows, will come to follow, the full moon of a lover's madness

Now written in blood, from the knife, to your white milk skinned throat, as you betrayed me

A writer's desire, to get even, even if it kills me, the lust of each word, spells sin

Once a sweet love story, now a vial, tongue twisted, merciful, murder mystery

But don't worry, it is just my hobby