Subtle, ever so subtle, we meet at the brink of dawn.
Yet, if you were to ask me, to be completely honest this is
a rather brash introduction. No 'How do you do?'
or anything of the sort. It's just all
'straight down getting *****' as some would call it.
This is the type of dalliance
that most only get to imagine once
or twice in their lifetimes, yet alone experience.
And here I dance with the Devil
amongst a sinful serenade of gluttony,
complemented by a fair overdose of lust.
Feeling a bit violated by the events taken place, I wonder...
What has come to be of the good old-fashioned courtship?
The 'Getting to know you' part, you know?
I really don't want a reputation for being easy.
This arousing ordeal can definitely be rather intimidating
if you must -- but not for me, though. All that is needed
is a tad bit of finesse, and your fair share of patience.
All that goes out the window without having the ability
to deal with her mouth-watering coquetry, of course.
I still haven't budged, and she still thinks me "easy."
That is very, very cute. Those eyes never lie, and
although I know what they want, they can't have it.
Before I make way for her, I'll ask Modena if she's worth it.
Its only logical, right?
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I don't think this qualifies as poetry, but I posted this at the suggestion of a friend. Thanks for the read~