You are alway missed, Masterful One

Dear Boston Book Worm, I apologize for being late again. I am always up to something. Being the way my mind is running I picture you. At least play along, okay? So, deeply hypnotized in the security of your book loft, (assuming you have one, dear,) I place a form fitting plastique body form upon you. As it has straps it can be to the shape of your feminine features. All is covered, save but from the neck up. With eyes closed, your perfect mannequin face serene and calm, you are splendidly poised! I then dress you as a doll. So pretty kitty style, as it would be. Stiff jointed you are but the forms you are concealed within! With no resistance I command and force you step up into lovely glass heels. Ahh! Now you look as but a character from a romance novel. I see you with a black hat and a billowing, long, black dress. As it is stiffened, upwardly, in the billowing position and you turned to one side, a leg crossed before the other, you are such. I pick up your frame. I carry you light as air. I place you within The Boston Public Library Main Windows. They are a set of three protruding dormer windows. You are on display! Beneath is a large cut out sign. It reads: GO TO NEW LEVELS! READ A BOOK. While you hopelessly eye me walk down an iced sidewalk you wonder when the masterful one shall return.... Your heart pitter-patters. I miss you too, dear, Haxsaw