I sat blushed red
alone on the shelf
you had an open invitation
to take me at your leisure
to the most desired place
fingers pressed lightly
across alabaster whites
and rose petal pinks..
salacious words driven deep
through the middle,
…………..your favorite part ?
word by word you read my lips
line by line tracing my curves
feeling the fine grain of parchment
where our story lines crossed
exclamations came in high velocity

like moans in the heated night
or a stray kitten on the hot tin roof
drawing circles of unwritten words
that danced between the sheets
…………… pristine pages
……………untouched till now

…………..you and I

The master and his mistress ?
The dom and his submissive ?
the kitten and her vagabond ?
or perhaps
only the reader and a book that has long awaited

and finally read…. !

 

 

Sandra Reynolds

Sandra Reynolds

Editor at NY Literary Magazine
Sandra earned her B.A. in English. She works part-time as a freelance writer and proofreader. Sandra was born in Massachusetts and currently resides in NYC with her fiance and their adorable pug.
Sandra Reynolds