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I Gave Him My Number
All my friends asked if I'd gotten busy
and I high-fived, yes indeed.
We met him on a party bus on the way home.
He talked to my friend the entire way, but she had a boyfriend.
The night before I had brought home a ******
about cheating on his girlfriend and that his **** wouldn't work.
They were bodies,
eyes to watch watch me
and I just wanted.
He ****** with his shirt on.
He cuddled me with one arm until he thought I was asleep
which is the exact physical embodiment of how it feels when your boyfriend stops looking at you.
"You don't really want my number"
"You don't. It's okay. I don't want yours either."
Nuanced, intricate, sly,
It would've been perfect.
Copyright, C. Heiser 2013
Mucro Pondera Divinus
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