Nice Books

There’s never any sex in nice books, No writhings until break of the dawn, There’s never any sex in nice books They leave that for works of soft ****. In nice books they go out to dinner Having been introduced by friends Shake hand goodbye at her door When that fateful first date ends They continue to see each other The way people in nice books can Building a romantic scenario Average young woman and her man. And then she invites him home After a night in too many bars And, as nice books usually do A page is broken by a line of stars. The next scene is eating breakfast And yes of course he stayed the night. From the course of the conversation You gather everything went just right. You use your imagination in nice books No moans and writhing until dawn If you want a more explicit picture You’ll have to progress to soft ****.