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

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From Kink, Volume 2

Reading His Book

A quick thank you
Just a look
She let him know
That she’d read his book

First she asked
And then she sent
A coy smile
Atop a body heaven-sent

Somehow still subtle
Yet completely exposed
She sat knowing
He’d enjoy how she posed

His story told
All the words she read
Now his memory
Is forever in her head

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From Kink, Volume 2