The Powerful Pen

Pen

Mark turned into writing his great paintings . He slid the pencil alongside the traces with excellent black squares, the terms flowed at the virginal canvas witness of his ideas, a touch crazy, however passionate. His excellent arms squeezed the tool of his writing, separately the letters have been engraved withinside the imperishable archive of his creations. His face drew together along with his lips a grin of orgasmic delight, as he watched his first-rate tale take shape.

"Mark, love of my life, come to lunch." A voice interrupted the writer's hypnotic trance.

"Coming, female ." A thread of annoyance turned into seen popping out from among his teeth.

At the female 's command, Mark left his small pencil at the facet of the cedar table, stained with coloured drops, and hurriedly were given up to fulfill his lengthy -time associate of testimonies and verses.

Mark might arrive on the eating room and hint together along with his gaze the curvaceous discern of his first-rate love, then he might meet pearly teeth, nearly perfect, nearly white, that acquired him in a cordial welcome to the spontaneous appointment, born from amongst silent conduct solid of years.

"My life, how do you cross on together along with your first-rate paintings ?" A smitten gesture escaped from the female 's purple lips.

"It's already for little, some extra chapters and I'll have the awesome paintings geared up to enchant many eyes. Haha..." The hasty laughter turned into now no longer lengthy in coming and crammed the whitish area of the eating room.

"I'm so glad, my life." The female targeted her honey- coloured eyes at the man's scrawny, barely demented discern .

"My love, matters can be unique after this, consider me." ..