You flashed a smile and I felt a novel unraveling. I began to trace the words written in the way you carry yourself, so reserved. Each breath a sentence. Every move a paragraph spelling out the dance of our bodies so perfectly in sync. I flip through the pages of your essence and become mortified by how easily I'm lost in you. You've taken me in with every chapter as you unlock yet another story. An entire series, and I'll never be able to finish you. I'll spend an eternity engulfed in your story, finding every misspelling and wrinkled page, and kissing your words until my lips are stained black. Then you start writing me in. I sit back, watching as the pages rustle and turn as my breath is forced from my lungs. The binding comes undone as your fingers amble along the curve of spine. I look up, and in your eyes I can see the end is far, far away.