Come my love, come and fold me up again
Fold me up just like you used to
Gently now, with those graceful hands of yours
Bend me slowly with your desires
O love, rhythmic was the union of your fingers
And the surface that hungers for it
Savoring every succulent inch until alas
You reach the edge... for I am after all finite
Yes... you may unfold me once again to do as you please
But love these creases you can never take back
