Poetica 15

I see you and my hand reaches out to grab you

I catch a whiff of your body as my fingers trace your spine.

I can’t wait for us to get home so I can taste you on my fingers.

I can’t wait to spread you open and take in the view.

You will pull me in so deep, I might forget what I came to do.

Before I lay you down, I need to unlock more chapters.

My bookmark slides in and I shelve my new book.

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