my books, my lovers

My relationship with my books viewed as if a relationship with women.

My books are my lovers.
I caress them affectionately.
I spread open their pretty jackets to indulge in their bare
intimate beauty.
I finger and thumb their pages with care and excitement,
and as every page turns I inhale deeply their familiar
charming scent.
And when I tire, I curl up with them warmly in my arms, and
dream of all the wonders we’ve shared in our silent
And when I wake, any given book is always lying there
beside me, loyal as any lover ever was.

The End

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