The roughness resonates through my body.
My senses are heightened.
As I move you swiftly,
my imagination sees the hidden messages.
You are my soulmate.

My thoughts get consumed with the different ideas you feed me.
The good,
The bad,
The happy,
The sad,
The romantic.

You can be hard to read.
Your words confusing at times.
I consume your advice.
Try to use it.

I love you.
I caress your pages and hold you tight.
I use you to sleep, to stay awake.
Then I put you back on your shelf.

When I am ready to reread your story,
I will pull you down,
Open you,
And love your story all over again.