Like An Open Book (An Intermission For Sarah)

Before I remove my gaze from your face, I want to read your eyes, then read your lips, Until I read your thighs, then read your hips, Viewing each chapter at a steady pace. While using my finger to mark my place, My imagination will take a trip, And then my thirst for you will take a sip, Being quenched by just a drop of your grace. My finger will then turn another page, Until the climatic point has been reached. The satisfaction will be all the rage, Because the walls of pleasure will be breached. And, as the symbolism sets the stage, The most seductive message will be preached.