"In the pages of my little love notebook,
Your essence etched, a captivating look.
Each line, a tale of passion's sweet refrain,
In the margins, desire's fire does sustain.

Fingertips traching the curves of your name,
Inked verses of lust, a burning flame.
Between the sheets, where our secrets confide,
Passionate prose, where two worlds coincide.

Your whispers echo through every verse,
A sultry sonnet, emotions immerse.
The Inked confession of our sensual art,
On parchment of passion, love's impromptu chart.

In the candlelit glow of our shared desire,
The love notebook unfolds, a sensuous fire.
© Ezra Briscoe