Fingertips caressing a brand new book

Slowly teasing the cover away

Like it’s a strip tease

This very normal moment of buying a new book 

Feels like a naughty secret

You have books at home that plead and beg to be read

But this new book has a spine that caves in 

Under your touch

Peeling that front cover back and 

Inhaling its intoxicating addictive scent

But that fresh new book isn’t as sexy 

When you get it home 

Opening its pages on a freshly made bed

And reading every word of the first page

But you will never finish

The build up no longer builds up

It’s not you it’s me

A short lived love

And the cycle begins again...