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This was our seditious rendezvous
Reaching out to grip each others hands
Spinning round like rotor blades
Sinking in, and for, each others eyes
Moving up and down like a panting lungs
I’m thinking of that lust inclined fixation


You’re the blonde with bottle green observation
Cheeks flushed like lip gloss and rose wine
(Exhaustion paints you so)


I’m inebriated by your constant advances
Holding back while your perfume enthrals
I was stirred and shaken in your wake
That day you found a gun in my bedroom drawer
“What the fuck you need protecting for?”
And I joked and said I had to be protected from you


You never did understand me
I always was a little too ambiguous
Always a question between your reading glasses
So much so that while you smiled your set of pearls
I wondered how much it’d cost
To get a set for myself, perhaps instead in ivory


Now my fingertips are cold, and I have no skin to warm them on
Torn between pages and a supermodel
Trying to find out why she’s stuck and won’t come out
I need somebody to grind against
Wrap my legs around and ride me tonight
But that’s just not happening


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