Writing is just like Sex ( Inspiration)
Using all our senses, we throw down our pretenses of why we are here. Raw as can be, just me turned into we and the legs push wide like the pages in a book are turned. Once the pen hits the paper, the sensation is the burn. Paper and pen we are able to learn more about each other.
Thought before the deep dive, Don’t run out ink please mercy no, all I want to do is ride through the end of this story and make it the whole night through. The rough draft is always the first round, let’s get ready to write another.
See the paper is my partner, I’m just the pen on top making sure my name isn’t forgotten. Let me illustrate the inner workings of my mind, with your body to hold onto, we will sweat through the first chapter, believe momentarily in ever after, believe this literature will be a contribution to society. I’ll whisper to the paper, “ no need to lie to me”
Pen needs a break
Paper whispers back “Don’t worry I’m right here for you”
Just another pen, alright I’m ready for round 2.
