When I pick up your hardcover
Making sure the dust cover is intact
I gently open the pages
Discovering the inside of you
Smelling the new and freshly bound
Turning each page carefully, not to bend
As I caress the spine in my arms
I plant a kiss on your sexy end paper
Plant another on your bold typeface lips
I say I love you in Garamond font
And promise that I will never read
Or see that softcover edition again.
For more on the romantic obsession of books, read my article, How to Cure a Reading Addiction.