Open Book

Love...or lust's...first union.

Open book with nothing to hide
No fear or drama locked down inside
Slide your pen on clean parchment free
Spill your ink unto me.

I the page and you the scribe
Release all doubt and swallow all pride
Show me your passion, show me your lust
As we consummate our love by dusk.

Author and book, we become one
A story unfolds and flows on till it's done
When will the chapter of this fairy tale end?
And will the tale be written off as foe or friend?

Slide into me with burning desire
Strong, slippery lips, quench the fire
We cannot stop, the journey continues on
Who knows how deep? Who knows how long?

The pages fill with words and screams
Passion and commitment eternal, it seems
But when the sheets beneath we lay
Who can know what chapters will stay?

Some day, aging upon the shelf
Like the fantasy tale of the aging elf
Our story will lie, crusting and old
But if written in love, worth its weight in gold.