Read me, and study me like an open book.

Use your pink fingers to turn my pages. 

And taste the sentences I give to you.

Feel the climax of my book point toward your fitful signals.

And use your quick legs to take this story everywhere.

Read me. Read me. Read me. 

Savor the shadowed glimpses of our bodies.

Taste me, feel me, see me, smell me, hear me. 

I need you to understand; to be bound to my pages.

To walk my every step and think my every thought.

If not, then at least make our love a sound that creates music. 

That creates a feeling, a feeling similar to mine. 

With that music, that sound, that feeling, please read me.