Throwback Thursday #4

sometimes i wish i were a book

sometimes i wish i were a book

placed delicately in your hands

so i could feel you run your fingers

down my spine

and allow my words

to seep through your skin

would you be able to put me down

or would you keep turning pages

learning all that you could

would you highlight your favorite passages

i wonder if your pupils

would dilate at my colorful cover

how i would love to see your reaction

when you reach the chapters of my secrets

i would love to feel you stroke

gently along my creases

would you keep me on a shelf

or take me with you everywhere

would you read between my lines

would you take the time to care

how i would long for the feel

of your strong hands

caressing my body

watch you inhale my scent

as you read the phrases

that are naughty

we would spend rainy days together

from the first line you would be hooked

oh yes

my dear

how i wish i were a book

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I know I’m late with my Thursday post, but I didn’t want to skip it. I wrote this poem two years ago.

I hope you enjoy it!

Love & life lessons,

Kristian

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