The weight
of your almond-brown body
in my gentle hands
as I squeeze you
and hold you tight.

I remove
your phallic hat
and reveal
your hard, shapely nib
thrust out at me
in the dim light.

I dip
your slender tip
into the dark,
oily ichor
and watch it drip
black as night.

You drink
up my liquid
drawing it inside,
recharging
for our next meeting
laid down on white.

I tuck
you away in a drawer
safe and sound
and seductive,
waiting for the day
I use you to write.

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