A Precious Book — III
A burning book
All your opening details I sear them on memory, sealed in my mind I know them by heart.
In the first chapters, my admiration and trust found your core being.
In this new chapter I read braille mode: fingers and lips.
Each page burned with desire and passion, silk my fingerprints are from all the friction.
Read you between the lines, touch you between the sheets, dip my finger between the lips, using its moisture to flip you… and each page on its edge.
In each page turn I behold you bending and softly arching: a pledge of pleasure waiting for me to spark.
[a E.]
A Precious Book is a mix of ideas I started jotting down, where I delight in the metaphor between the book and the muse of this writing. I’ve come up with 4 parts until now.
This is the third. The next I wish to fill in with my pen and ink.
If interested, please follow the links below to read the first parts: