Ask me a year ago,
and I probably would have said
the greatest thing on earth is books.
All pony knowledge
centuries of history
wrapped up in convenient tomes.
What's not to love?
Now whenever I find time to read
you take it upon yourself
the opportunity
to cuddle up
and bother me.
I should find it infuriating,
my time for books
invariably diminished,
but I don't.
Your hooves like to wander;
along tired shoulders,
across my back,
down to my haunches.
You're insatiable.
And that's what I love most
about you.
You see what you want
and you take it.
It feels good to be wanted so much.
Desired,
like the only other pony in Equestria.
That's what I like more than books.
The feeling of you
next to me.
So why do we
rebuke
Our love to our friends?