Romance Novel

purpose, i told her to move with purpose
she was on top riding like she was writing in print
i told her to move in cursive..
i told her to work it like a wordsmith,
cause imma prolific linguist whose lingo is the length of the earths surface.
and she responded with full service, mama almost had me nervous
almost made me ruin my rep as she gave it to me just like i deserved it.
her cursive was perfect, and her penmanship was impeccable,
and the detailed she regaled made her writing that much more delectable,
way past sexual, something infinitely more, something the likes of which no women had ever written for me before.
now i have to even the score, i have to show my technique,
i have to show that i can back up all that i speak.
i have to show her that she'll be bound by my literature like the nurse from Misery
and when she speaks of this in future it wont be fictitious history,
it will be a real life story of triumph and victory.
as she licks her lips at me she starts whispering, "baby figure me like calligraphy
i wanna feel oceans, lakes and rivers please."
as i delivery these for chapter after chapter i notate quotes she states after every rapture that i captured.
the glass from the nightstand fell and was shattered but so intense into our craft that none of that mattered.
there was parts of the story where i swam the English Chanel,
ate a meal fit for a king,
rode wild bucks at a rodeo,
and some parts where i just was layed back and really didnt have to do a thing.
all in all,
the story was perfectly written,
not a typo to mark
it had a lot of action
it was thrilling
and it was full of heart.
so vivid the story telling i can still see the scenes clearly....
thankfully we decided to press a whole series.