Book Boy

Head first into Fiction
And then stumbling into classics
My word this is no way to get your attention.
Clearing the throat, as we gentlefolk do
I call "Book Boy, I wrote a poem for you!"

To hold your hand
Brush your lips
Find the stars in every wish
To oscillate to and fro
I have a tendency to let things go
Oh how...

I choked. Charming as a Prince
You gave me attentiveness.
My brain thrusts into action, he needs to say yes
"Fancy a coffee?"
Well wasn't that a mess.