I spread your boundaries
And intake the alliteration of the alternating peaks and valleys
of your multi syllabic structure.
I caress your spine while taking in your aesthetic…
pulling back your cover and perusing your story’s natural arc…
While my mind races towards your climax.
Baby…you’re my favorite book. I’d read you over and over again if I could…
Studying the very compound nature of your structure.
Thumbing through your life stories and folding you over, just to remember what position we were in…
Baby…let me read your book.
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