You've searched for days, months, years; it's all led you to this moment.
A chance encounter with a rare tome.
Come inside, narrow your gaze, fix your soul to receive what I have to offer.
Reach for me.
The top shelf, perfectly aged, bound in leather and softened with the passage of time.
Hold firm, my hard exterior, fall in love with a one of a kind creation.
They don't bind them like this anymore.
Artistry.
Take me back to the comfort of your home, create the perfect atmosphere for the transcendence. I will enrich you 100,000 different ways.
Each word a gift.
Lay me down on my spine, and open me slowly, consciously, deliberately.
Lean in smell my pages, see vast depth of words.
Take. Me. In. Fully.
Caress me delicately, lovingly stroking my pages. Dive into me, drink from the fountain of forbidden sacred knowledge.
Trace the outline of my words, familiarize yourself with the sounds I draw from your breath. Let me inside of you, become me.
Recite my spells, command me, bend me to your will, I will go where you take me.
Bookmarks fuel my insatiable need to be read by you, understood by you.
Digits lift pages like limbs feverishly turned up to the rhythm of intrigue.
Fall in love with my dialogue.
Pulsing thumbs create the history of my story.
Words turn to sentences, turned to paragraphs, turned to pages of a sacred connection.
Page, author, reader, you, me, us.
Chapter after chapter, you keep coming back for more, becoming more familiar with the body of work before you.
Stroking. Probing. Gliding.
Highlighting the passages you plan to revisit in the future.
The sentences that make you feel the seat of your soul, the ones that have to be read, again and again and again and again.
Anticipation builds, you grip me harder and tighter, stroking every letter, every word, not missing a single curve in every 'g' or the penetration dot of an 'i'.
You just have to know how this will end.
You heart races as tension builds to the climax. You're deep inside me now, enthralled in every inch of me, and you still aren't done. You begin to let out audible expressions of how this moment is making you feel. Eye fucking me, turning pages faster and faster, hedonistic needs erupt in explosive revelry.
This has be what God reads like.
Lost in my words, pleasurable releases, exasperated sighs, internally clamoring for more. You close me gently staring at me in disbelief.
Amazed at how good I was. A chance encounter with an opus that changed the course of your life, forever for the better.
Congratulations you've finished Volume 1.
