I had an affair with your expression of love today. Wrapping my imagination tightly around the images you provided, I felt guilty for the pleasure of your words. So foreign to the idea of love that I knew and know. I let you teach me your way of love. Feeling each sentence as the words caressed my everything. You gave me a new meaning to everything with every word. Rushing towards the end so I could savor it again. I felt the ticking of a tocking clock as our time together wound to a close. You left one last impression as the expression of your words began to fade. A memory of our affair together.