SHE IS A BOOKA Poem by An owl on the moonAnd I love to read her pages...
She is a breathing book each night I touch her pages delicately turn to find her heart in letters written by her hand…
Scent of vanilla soft and sensuous unveiling another thought another smiling memory another intimate piece of her…
And I read with such abandon across her pages my fingers trailing her soft paper skin…
In her sighs she speaks of stories and sonnets history and fantasy blue skies and silvery silks…
I hear her voice in the pages wanting to know her every line every word every letter…
Now I take her into me share my book with her until we know can read each glance each whisper each touch…
She is a book and I love to read her pages… © 2011 An owl on the moonFeatured Review
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