My spine has been broken
My cover is now torn
I’m not quite as perfect
As the day I was born
But lifted from my shelf
And taken for a ride
You might just be surprised
By the brilliant voice inside
They call me a classic
But I’m often overlooked
Scholars they will tell you
I’m more than just a book
My ideas were the beginning
The very first of their kind
Though many more have followed
They’re only copies of my mind
I’ve waited for you to return
And bring me closer to you.
I’ve watched as others ran down your
Eyelids and brushed against your lips.
I’ve seen them crowd around your
Shoulders and caress your neck.
The lucky have traveled over your breasts
Or gotten lost between them.
Many have slid down your fingers
And slipped through your intimate places.
I’ve watched as they’ve relished
The feel of your skin, cool under their heat.
I’ve studied the pleasure they’ve brought you
When washed over your lovely face.
I’ve envied those who’ve made it
Down your thighs and worshipped at your feet.
My turn to please you is coming
With merely a turn of your hand.
I’ll drift over your eyelashes
And warm your perfect cheek.
Sliding down your luscious neck
I’ll devote my existence to your care.
I’ll soothe you as I travel down your back
And over your inviting curves.
I’ll wander down the back of your leg
Taking in the beauty of you.
Before I leave you
I too will worship at your feet.
And when I’m gone
I’ll have left you changed.
As I will be changed for always.