when she writes for me...

she writes of her love

her lusts, her desires

her body, her soul

her deepest concerns

her worries, her needs

and all of her experiences

when she writes for me

  and when I read it

my head falls back as if

overcome with music

eyes gently closing

savoring the melody,

eyebrows elevating

expressing the delight

and here comes that

euphoric smile

because I can hear her,

I can feel it

as though her words

had filled up a bucket

and now that bucket 

was being poured 

all over me

  she writes for me

  and when I read it

  the bliss is a blend of

  her voice and this feeling

(Emptions of Feelings by Viktorija Lapteva on saatchiart.com)