I want to make love to you like a library. Be a collection and source of your pleasures. A centre of reference for your carnal delights. Catalogue your moans in alphabetic order. Fill your shelves with vast volumes of shudders. Stack books of your tingles on top of each other until they reach your ceiling. Fill you with the knowledge of my desire for you. Be that academic sanctuary of lustful learning. Be the librarian of long, deep inside you strokes and of taste you soft, lick you long information. I want to archive your past, learn from it. Gain insight into the making of you. Rest silent inside your walls while I absorb the wisdom of your yoni spasms. I want to be a temple of your orgamsic records. I want to make love to you like a library.