Curiosity & Lust

I was a well written novel and you were a curious reader.

You wanted to know what my words had to say.

So you read my words silently,

in the dark night as moon hid behind the clouds.

You traced my passages from page to page,

you didn't leave an inch untouched.

You learnt my secrets and read your favorite parts over and over again.

You scrutinized every tiny little detail,

as if I was the most beautiful work of art and you were about to go blind.

So you memorized my entire story and narrated it's tale,

because you were too afraid to forget my name.