Let's meet tonight between the covers
to thumb each other's spines
like
true book lovers.
Steamy passion or sweet romance,
with titles picked at
random,
our mood will depend on chance.
I'll stroke your hard back and
thighs,
trail my fingers over your fly-
leaf - admire your point
size.
You'll enjoy ogling my index,
fondling my frontispiece,
thinking
I'm just the type you like for sex.
I'll let you flip my pages,
skim
my contents, skip my appendix
or linger over my fine lines at
whim.
And if I get pregnant (which I won't)
let's meet again - in nine
months' time.
You choose the font.
