Lorna

I just made love to a book
Maybe because it spoke of sex
Maybe because
It made me fall in love

With what I don't know
I have a headache from making art
The girl with the dildo on her stomach
Listens to the music that makes her drip

My eyes were bloodshot
Kinda like him when I hit the right spot
Stupid padding
Wish I could spread like butter tonight

Now the book is on the shelf
Going back to the library
I'll soon forget what she looked like
And why I licked him speaking of her.