I want to write on your skin the mood I am in. I want to sit there, pen in hand poised over you. I will write slowly and at length. As I know I am in this state due to you I will write you as well. Paint a picture in words of what I see, what I taste, what I smell, what I hear, what I know of you. The written canvas of you, your skin - the paper will be enough. When I am done there will be no need for more or less. The words can sink down and disappear then, like invisible ink. Your heart will hold them and so it does not sour and turn black the ink I use will be red. I wonder what magic you'd write on me? What effect it would have? Words are a powerful thing. Right now my words are eaten back and swallowed. But I can write them out and then delete. But what I write on you will be complete and lasting. What I write on you ... sweet and savory.