I want to feel the crunchy paperback
Underneath my sensitive fingertips,
I want to feel the lushness of it,
Ravage and roam my hands all over it,
I want to read until my eyes
Droop, kneel and beg,
I want to explore the contours
Of love, rage and jealousy,
A lost bride, a cold blooded murder
A prodigal son, anything with fervor,
I want my mind to concoct
Places, lives and love,
A summer Romance with a partner,
Who shall willingly submit to my eye’s bidding!
No man is a match for it
I meant the ever-attractive books.