Presented To Her Poem by Kewayne Wadley

I presented to her
My mind laid out like a book.
From beginning to end;
An indention left in a creased page
On the middle fold.
Free to let her fingers tickle where
They please.
To where the only question
Do I consume her?
Or does she consume me?
The preface inside out.
She laid me across her lap
Just above the flap of her dress.
My dirty mind an obligation
Her restless fingers my obsession.
My imagination wanders,
An ocean of pages where fear
does not exist.
I too am drenched
In a dream