I wanna get lost in your words
bend your pages to my needs,
pull you closer to my body
hidden messages between you and me.
Intoxicate me
arouse my imagination,
thinking of all the ways you excite me
quickly losing my patience.
Diving deeper into your words
your pulling me closer to your plot,
feeling the climax as it grows
wanting this feeling not to stop.
Pulse quickens
getting closer to the end,
feeling tingles through my body
not wanting us to end.
Goosebumps growing
pausing as I take my last look,
loving all the feelings that I get
every time I read a book.
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