So many possibilities as the night is ours. 

Would this page be one of lust, or one of deepest love? For our relationship, is an anthology of excitement and anticipation.

Sometimes we create new poetry as our souls dance.  Yet on others, she finds pleasure, in the whip of my desire which marks her flesh, as she in turn, uses her teeth to ravage my form.

Our souls, dancing out of control, as we explore our tantric sexuality, enriching each others pleasure.

As the ink spills over the page, just as freely as we paint each other, in our essence.