Dip me into your ink well,
And spill me onto your pages.
Paint your fantasies with each gentle stroke;
Slowly and delicately trace the memories we've created, and outline the ones we've yet to make.
Pour my gaze into your story and taste my kiss, as you ponder your quill's next move.
Will you turn the page to continue this captivating dance?
I just beg you,
Don't close the book.
Feel my soft spaces between your pages.
Entangle yourself in the story to come
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