Literary Affair

Rows and rows of books
wearing pressed monogrammed jackets
aligned at attention upon the shelves
edges stained lightly by time.

To wring out one more droplet of thought
from drying script
These aging eyes thirst to caress sweet ebony lines
fingertips desire to tease pert literary skin
Milky sheets…
tremulous under the fan’s kiss
In hunger..
I lightly pull back flirting page
tenderly stripping white lace.
Succulent are the exposed word buds
dancing in seductive sentence,
glistening in midnight oil.

Praise this insatiable affair
craving creative nectar.
I will bask on the petal of her shy orchid

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Preeti
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Only a book lover will understand the feelings and emotions of this poem:) Someone like me!

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