She caresses the pages as she reads
my words I have written, her breaths short and quick
she is already smitten,
her eyes dilate, it must be fate as she looks from
the paper to me, checkmate.
Fingers plunge inside the pages, soft surfaces crease
passion rages,
I will come to the climax in a matter of stages
A chapter here, an introduction there,
her plot heaves, as her heart thunders to share
our fiction is interwoven into our diction
dialoguing as we embrace
each connotation trace
we kiss each book we touch
blood race, this means so much
my pen on her skin,
these moments that our eyes lock
mischievousness chagrin.
photo was taken from Twitter.
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