Is the book more interesting than me?
that you pay more attention to...
you hold the book like you held me,
with your soft touches...
you read the book like you read my moans,
every time I curled...
you divulge each mystery,
like you uncovered the mystic mystery
as you go down,
between my thighs
each time we entangled...
you turn the pages
like you passionately unlayered me
to taste me,
curve me with your marks...
you must love the book,
the way you look at it,
while I could just see lust in you…
Photo by Issac Garcia