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The Books In Her Room

I want to be the deep force of nature that gently embraces the graze of your lips 

You are the tide from the moon that sails my ships 

I read your legs and your thighs like a book, I open the pages in profound desire 

Each chapter I’m pulled in deeper and deeper into a trance, while the walls in your room squeeze tighter  

If walls could talk they would sing 

Like the walls you posses and the sentiment you bring 

I read your book front to back 

My curiosity killed the cat 

I no longer judge a book by its cover 

Who ever thought that the books in your room would change the way I feel forever 

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