Like The Reading Of A Book
a glance
not stolen
but rather
chanced
a smile
not coy
but given
in advance
a touch
so subtle
a petal
it would not break
a love
so pure
the ground
it could shake
an intentional nod
a slight
bite
on your lower lip
moving her
hair back
a neck caressed
by soft fingertips
a glass of wine
given
the sharing
of a look
a soft silent
knowing
like the reading
of a book
From Kink, Volume 2
