I Write

Her mind was like a blank canvas,
Patiently waiting for the artist
To create the masterpiece
She knew was there.
One day, he appeared, and slowly
Began to awaken her.
He led her on a labyrinthine,
Sensual journey of discovery,
Rousing all those feelings and
Longings that she suppressed
For far too many years.
He showed her a world without
Boundaries, a world where she
Could be and express herself
Without fear or shame.
He created colors hitherto
Unimaginable to her,
And he applied them so skillfully
That she felt certain that he was
Not of this world, but from the
Ethereal plain of her own desires.