I kept a distance back
beyond frequent book shelves
spying creamy neck
calves legs thighs chest
curves speaking volumes
magnet to my eyes
pulling my attention
easy flicks strands hair
proving a distraction
roan russet dancing looks
charmingly tinted
fond excited casual loathe
poring over tomes
stacked piled consumed
fingers caressing
soft pages hard covers
I glance to frame
wondering what she imagines
and if I may
her mind's boudoir to enter.
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