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Denial
I saw you.
Sweet temptation lingers.
An eyeglance back and forth-
I'm smitton.
A casual hangout,
A lustful evening,
No phone call in my future.
The past will always loom,
The present feels like a busy signal.
I've tasted the fruit of something different
I crave it from now forward.
The fruit ripens, no phonecall.
Then sours.
No phonecall.
i think i envy your creativity