My Pen

When the pen is in my hand I come alive. My thoughts course through my veins - blood and tears flow through me. I come alive with lust that has me shutter and quiver in pure unadulterated delight. The darkness in me comes alive awakening the lasvicious demon deep down within me. The world of cocaine, whoring, sweat filled dance clubs and vodka flavored lips so kissable comes alive and moves with in me, flowing out my pen becoming real, a world I become part of.