Make love, not war, I read.
So I decided to make love
I thought over carefully, evaluated options, examined each one with the delicacy of a lover, imagined the feel of each against my caressing fingers and finally, decided upon one for the sheer silky touch.
It turned out to be an old one, already used by many others, but then, that is how I like them best.
But wait, the setting has to be just perfect each time. So I proceeded to my bedroom, threw back the sheets, placed a glass of chocolate and some nuts within easy reach, dimmed the lights to just perfect levels and switched on some Tchaikovsky.
There, who could resist this now?
Time to go and fetch my companion for the night.
Finally I got a chance to see who had impressed me most with their feel if not anything else. It turned out to be an old copy of "Oliver's Story". So, I settled back to a lovely night filled with intense emotion and pleasure. Aaaah! Now this is true heaven.
Friday, December 7, 2007
Making love out of nothing at all
Labels:
bibliophiles,
books,
hard covers,
second hand books,
Tchaikovsky
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4 comments:
Making Love... to a book... [:)]
Innovative !
Am I the 666th visitor to your profile or is your profile visitor counter stuck at 666?
Something Devilish indeed....
I bet you never even heard Tchaikovsky ever!!
Well Anshuman, and I bet you have never heard of who I am then!
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