Of Books And Souls

Someone said that books are mirrors

That they reflect a person's soul

But there's nothing I love more

Than reading 

Your Lips 

While you talk

I can also see myself

In the curve of your long neck

In the dress, you wore that night

And in the softness of your thighs

Every time our eyes meet

My soul is there too

There's only one explanation:

My favorite book will always be you