Open Book


I am an open book
full of torn & tattered pages
marked and creased by readers past left to collect dust.
Forgotten by my previous owners unappreciated.
Words wasted on the foolish eyes of those
who were not ready to consume the knowledge I had to offer.
I am an open book full of torn and tattered pages
and you have pulled me from my shelf
but will u like so many others waste the beauty of my words
letting them slip from your mind like a string come undone.
I am an open book
but are u ready to take me in
are you ready to memorize my verbal ecstasy
and let my language of love play on your
lips again and again.
My darling I am an open book
but only for those who can comprehend the message
I am trying to send.
If you're just another Dick looking for your Jane
close me and put me away
I am not for kindergarten play.
My sensual letters of love are meant to stir something
inside of a man
that only the right reader can understand.
Yes I am an open book but baby I am for sale not for rent.

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