Your all invited to watch my pen dance to the beat
he’s learned how to walk on he’s hands and his feet
Advanced when I speaks, he talks profusely
always covering his lover with ball point beauty
She's unusually withdrawn, he only draws blood
to pour on her dresses if a night goes like it should
He's frantic, excited, shook up, and she's in denial
mistook for someone who gives a heck if his fingers smile
He sings a while, writes like he's banishing rhymes
while she looses her wick with every candles he finds
His hand and his mind seem combined like puppets
she wonders who's master but that's another subject
He mapped himself on her flesh, broke the surface
every inch of her skin, he knows where every word is
He's been prone to sudden urges to splash in ink
she lives at his pad but never asked to bath with him
Although no one can doubt the chemical attraction
she's pure and he's always scrawling for some action
Every recorded path he opens he's a fraction closer
I guess there's an important lesson, but class is over.
