Covered

I want to be a chapter in
his book, no, I want to be
his book


Wanting his hands to rub
my smooth surface and
along my spine

Feeling his eyes search me
like he wants to read
me over and over

And when he opens me up
and brings me close
to his face to inhale me to
smell me his eyes will
close while he breathes
softly

Every moment I spend inside
myself I'm covered with
thoughts of him

Shut in between the pages
every letter is a part of
me written to him

I want him to read a few
pages and lay me upon
his chest

In that moment he lives
out my unpredictable yet
exciting words

Letting my pages fall where
they may, some blank so he
can add his story to the end