You Think Too Much

Posted: April 1, 2014 in Poetry
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She said that,

minutes later as she strolled south

away from our moment together,

Her smile had turned sour

as she realized tonight was a waste of

her time.

All she wanted was to find

a someone without a name

thought she had it too,

a guy,

waiting,

checking her out,

she slid her hand along her inner thigh to give a sense of intrigue,

made him want to find her in his arms

so he might take her home and fuck

her well into a dance,

a dream,

a sensual journey

that he and she created together,

All she wanted to do was fuck

and he wasted her time

trying to find the words

trying to find himself.

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