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Poem #10

May 22
1 min read

I found myself

In the passenger seat

Next to a girl with pretty hair

And eyes that stare

Following my every move

Hanging on to every word

And you’re asking a million questions

You call my eyes the deepest brown you’ve ever seen

You say you wanna dive right in

From the edge of my bed

In the trance that you’re in

The safety’s off

You’re hands are precarious

But it’s not serious

My phone’s on silent

I can’t be reached

While your hands are on my thighs

It’s like I’m hypnotised

I’m mesmerised

You have got me magnetised

To you

I can keep a secret

We can be discrete

But can you keep your mouth shut?

Keep it soundless

On the low

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