I first checked you out in school.

I don’t know what caught my eye

But it doesn’t matter because I was too shy

And let you pass by for the fear you were “too intellectual.”

Today, we met again

The feelings were mutually sensual

I run hands up your spine, sending shivers up mine

Curious to know what’s under your covers

For the first time, you’re finally mine

A new adventure there in your eyes

I knew I had to take you home or else I’d bust

From the lust to thrust you open

And make love to the pages of this book that I’ve chosen.

 Bibliophile