I anxiously gaze your way
Trying to avoid thoughts of you that invade my soul.
I twitch and quiver.
I want to get my hands on you,
Run my fingers up and down your spine.
I want you with me in bed,
on the couch,
the chair,
the back lawn.
I want to open you up and drink in all you have to offer me.
I will treasure you,
Place you upon my shelf.
And I promise I will never, ever turn down the edges of your pages.
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