Cross legged
A book, many volumes, in one
It is not an easy one either
So I reach out
I free her from the cotton and linen
And feel her embossed curves and edges
They are gentle and smooth
Warm and beautiful
I gently open the book half way through
Peeking in for a closer read
Her words taste like gentle hues
Of the setting sun and rising moons
The two halves of the book rustle
In moans and heavy breaths
I inch closer and closer
To feel the smell of the open book
And lose my mind, drenched in her words
As my tongue reads her inside out
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