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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
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