Oh, blank paper!
My dear friend…
Perhaps my best friend…
Certainly my most reliable one!

I once wrote of my delight,
In murdering your blankness,
With my genius,
But tonight I’m feeling a lot more tender,
You lying there so submissively,
Your whiteness staring at me so invitingly…

I want to tuck in with you,
Near a warm crackling fire,
Or take you to the woods,
And fuck you amidst the trees,
Under the stars,
Near a stream,
Or in a stream,
And let my seed spill out all over you,
So that others may drink it in,
Whenever they choose,
And if they not gag,
Or vomit,
Perhaps feel some of the joy we feel,
When I fuck you…