The Librarian
She spoke to me a very lovely name for it was mine. She is a fantasy of mine a very personable figure, with hair so dark, and all of her there in her figure she is built like the proverbial ship. I do not even knoe her name not first or last yet she remembered mine
And commented etched it into time and yet eye do not knoe for certain if she raised her breathe for certain or has fantasies for me how could she she is not married or she is married but she could have a lover for a friend oh comic fantasy we may never fully kiss she may never knoe taste my wine yet eye have thrilled to this just the possibility of touch, for if she touched me like they do in all the movies eye would melt there would be no more a man or chair but h ole just in the floor and excited as I am, its hard to open this ode to comic fantasy come true a lover blue, and never jaded yearning just for love.
