I walk through my room
touch each book on my shelf
thinking of you in the shower
touching yourself
With an open book, I wish
these pages were your skin
I'd caress each one until
our narrative could begin
with your hand on my knee
and your lips on my wrist
I'll beg for you to take me
in our sweet summer tryst
your fingers trail lines
up and down my thigh
until I can bear it no longer
my lips produce a shaky sigh
a hitch in my breath
as I become wet and ready
and you'll push into me
keeping me steady
and whisper the filth
of all you'd like to do
tell me I'm beautiful
watch my pages unfold
and all my bindings break
and all the books shatter
leaflets fly through the room
you always knew how to flatter
and when my daydream cracks
alone, hour after hour
wondering if you think of me
when you're in the shower...
Aug 15, 2018
Aug 15, 2018 at 12:24 PM UTC
I walk through my room
touch each book on my shelf
thinking of you in the shower
touching yourself
With an open book, I wish
these pages were your skin
I'd caress each one until
our narrative could begin
with your hand on my knee
and your lips on my wrist
I'll beg for you to take me
in our sweet summer tryst
your fingers trail lines
up and down my thigh
until I can bear it no longer
my lips produce a shaky sigh
a hitch in my breath
as I become wet and ready
and you'll push into me
keeping me steady
and whisper the filth
of all you'd like to do
tell me I'm beautiful
watch my pages unfold
and all my bindings break
and all the books shatter
leaflets fly through the room
you always knew how to flatter
and when my daydream cracks
alone, hour after hour
wondering if you think of me
when you're in the shower...
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