The 10th Commandment

I confess
I coveted
Her pen
It is perfect
The line
Was not too
Thin
Not too
Thick
Gliding smoothly
No puddles
Or smears
The grip
Was padded
And purple
I could see
The words
Gliding
Effortlessly
From the
Tip of the
Pen that
I coveted
Felt it
In my
Hand
Saw the
Words
Form
I confess