I simply can't contain myself;
my eyes are drawn, compelled to look.
They lure me to their leaf-lush shelf;
I'm hooked by each beguiling book.
My eyes are drawn, compelled to look;
my fingers skim each siren spine.
I'm hooked by each beguiling book;
I linger till another's mine.
My fingers skim each siren spine;
I breathe their luscious ink-kissed scent.
I linger till another's mine
with thrills that spill till passion's spent.
I breathe their luscious ink-kissed scent;
they lure me to their leaf-lush shelf
with thrills that spill till passion's spent -
I simply can't contain myself.