Romance Novel

I want to tiptoe

inside of you

in the corner shop

of crimson visions,

feel my soft fingers

squeeze your pages,

touching silky words

with erotic imagination

of lust, feeling your spine.

Taste longing words

with wild imagination,

strip your wanton covers

leaving you bare

spread open your center.

Trace your breath

along your phrases,

digest your juices,

take my virginity.

Make you feel

used and abused.

Take you out

of closeted bookshelf

of bare and exposed

leather skinned essence.

Won’t leave you forlorn

alone in the dust.

Open you up wide,

expose your inner core

to sensual possibilities.