Descriptive Essay

My ballpoint

I remember the day we first met. You were lying still in your velvet-lined gift box,
yearning to escape from that placid display case. My eyes were draw to your beauty by
the forces of your supernatural radiance. It took but a moment for me to convince myself
that you were the one for me it was love at first site. My heart was racing as I emptied the
cash from my wallet to give the clerk. She gave me an odd look of bewilderment,
confused my intense lust for an inanimate object. Like a squirrel crossing the street, I ran
quickly and paused for but a moment to make a short glance down to reassure myself you
were still in my clumsy hands. I stumbled my way to my car, fumbling frantically for my
keys. I could not hold back any longer I had to hold you now. I tore open the box and
released you from your felt prison. I pulled you gently to my bosom, rocking you like a
baby. After satisfying my urge to hold you, I placed you in your soft bed and drove away
to carry you across the threshold of my home. We walked upon the thin ice of society's
pond, being careful to avoid the tiny cracks engraved atop the surface of morality. It was
to be a long journey across that dreary pond, yet I was willing to sacrifice all that was
mine to be with you forever. I tried to explain to them that our love was a truly intimate
love, a pure love and a splendid love. It was not like that of the temporary bliss in which
the minds and hearts of lesser mortals tend to indulge; nor was it the physical lust that
one has for other material possessions such as spoons, pencils or even paper. Rather, one
truly feels for another being the certain blind love. However, nonetheless, society would
not allow us to be together for much longer.

Long, slender and sleek, you give me the power of words. Your round, agile head rolling
gently along the rough-textured paper spilling your glorious, black blood as you skate
across the blank document. The lights of the heavens rain down upon you; your glowing
radiance is blinding. Mine eyes can hardly follow. Your amorous wonder, you are
saturating glow; you fill a void in my hand. You embrace all that is beautiful and good
within six inches of ink-filled glamour. Your shiny, silver cap is thrown to the side as if
you could not stand to be contained a moment longer. Brilliant from end to tip, you are a
beacon of intellect. Your shimmering, silver body coerces me to touch you. I cannot resist
such a lovely offer as this. I caress your bright armor, graze your mystic being; you
inebriate me with your beauty. So cold in shade; so cold in the light; you have no heart to
warm you. My fingers glide about your wondrous body, making me tingle throughout my
hand and arm. Your smell fills my heart with gladness. You are my one and only; it is up
to you to get me through this paper. If you were to die, you would take me with you.