Can my written words enter your psyche and cause you to squirm with anticipation?
Do you find yourself befuddled at your desk, lost in my words with no concentration?
Have my words stimulated your mind and found itself residing wantingly below your equator?
Do you ever move about in your chair, with my words at your lips wanting something greater?
Can my words slide you into a deep sleep with dreams of each verse lathering your skin?
Can you trust my punctuation with roses being red, is how this word affair shall begin?
Have you ever showered in complete darkness with my words as your candlelight?
Will you caress my words and love them, it would mean the world to me, much to my delight?
D M WILLIAMS