Bookshelves
I would meet you in the sports aisle
Or it might be the mystery
Either way it will change quickly
Into new intricate romance
When I wrap my arms around you
Clenching you tightly from behind
Whispering haikus in your ear
Your beauty being the highlight
Along with radiant core
You gasp as my lips touch your neck
Meekly telling me your boyfriend
Is not too far away from us
I smile You should call him over
Bring an army and take some notes
This is how I treat a woman
Who is packed with hours of delight
Who deals in dopamine coinage
Your heartbeat speeds up as you clench
My arms which still cling to your waist
I am not going to let you go
A duplicate does not exist
You close your eyes with a deep breath
One-by-one books burst into flame
Horror Sleaze Trash 