Let Me Read You

I have had enough looking at your cover page. You look interesting to me, in fact developing this strange urge inside me to explore you over and over again discovering every magic you hold that got no match at all. A magnet that drives me insane while you’re there on the shelf with thousand other books. I dared not to touch you earlier, imagining about your hidden places wildly. I can’t do it anymore, I have to cross this wall of imaginations into reality, where I can know true self of yours.

I promise to touch you softly, reading you thoroughly from your cover to the last page understanding everything written between the lines. I promise, I’ll not judge you by your cover photo, paying all my attentions to the beauty that lies among your pages, among your lines, among your words.

I promise to turn myself into the character as you’ll command on the way, being happy after you, being sad after you.

Just let me inhale that arousing smell of yours, bringing you closer to my face, while I still got some control over my senses.

Let me place bookmark of me inside you. A bookmark that will advance page to page all the way to the end and then starting over again and again until I have touched every page of yours, read every single line of yours, repeated every single word of yours.

I promise to keep you around all the time, throwing all the other readings away, beside me, over my pillow, dreaming about you while asleep, feasting my nostrils with your scent, making you the first thing I’ll look at on opening my eyes in the morning while sunrays will be dancing over your face, waking you up to a kiss making rays go away.

I promise not to correct any of your mistakes, not suggesting improvements from any aspects of yours while turning myself all according to you, according to your words, according to your ways.

I promise to read you again and again with same level of excitement, turning you page by page, till your end, holding you close, against my heart.

I’ll talk to you in long dark nights of winders placing you beside me on the bed, taking you out to the roof in summers where moonlight will admire my choice, morning stars will mourn on their fate that could never bring them closer to you as me.

Just let me read you, touch you, smell you, feel you and explore you, for that is what I have cherished in my heart long time from now.