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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
This poem is about:
Me
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