The parchment bears
Your careful caresses
Well; a shuddering heart
Welcomes this art.

Impressed upon it
Like a palimpsest,
Your finger trails
Worry the ink, it pales.

Your eyes graze it,
Covetous voyeurs.
Your gaze sticks in place,
A word and an embrace.

You undress its secrets,
Guilty, pervicacious.
Inhaling the musk,
An intellectual lust.

Your soul lays bare,
A virginal canvas;
Parchment offering temptation,
And platonic stimulation.

The End

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