As one bottle gradually descends another eagerly awaits that of which the first inspires.
Softly music moans in the dimness of a flickering flame.
Breathe of the familiar one close and heaving,
Bursting with poetic sounds.
The quill led to the unknown depths of the ink pot.
Rustling of crisp virgin sheets.
Creativity escapes the beautiful fountain.
Placing this delicacy is delighting and pleasures invite the flow.
Filling chosen destiny’s with our melodies,
Erotic explosions, as lyrics pour freely.
Teasing the ink pot with appropriate pause,
As the next figure leaps on to beckoning sheets.
Words unspoken are deeper than the ones said.
The purity of the sheets innocence, given gladly.
Each note allows the music to cascade into the darkness.
An unfinished masterpiece, a song.