Spin baby spin she says… As I let her words enter my ears… I let my hand travel where it loves to go. Never heard her voice, but its crystal clear …. telling me what she can do, what she will do, … Her words invade my dreams, causing me to wake up in a stream.. I want to collaborate with her, and let her write all over me.. And I return my poetry. Bouncing back and forth, words exchanging, I hang on every word, it lingers on me. They cover me , head to toe, like tiny kisses I am heightened, excited, and devoted reader..