My Intrigue

If in some body

language you can be fluent,

use it and of course few will understand.

I’ve read

your lips with curves

suggesting more

than a hint of seduction

chasing after the need of being

understood, a game we

all know. Thing is I can’t stop

read too much into the things

You say, or not say,

word for word. And outside

we sit on benches and talk

about art house films;

You seemed to be able to read

my thoughts that were

on your lips and hips

rolling over mine

your dishevelment made

by my mischievous hands.

You see; a Byron-centric

understanding is more than this

sometimes modest (and yet noticable),

sometimes forlorn (and yet passionate)

intrigue in you.

 

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