In this pussy and mouse game are
we
getting harder and harder for
me
She casts a sly smile in my
direction
playing the flirt part to
perfection
I am the moth to her flame
Urges I struggle to contain
Body language teasing time
Putting out subtle signs
Pouting lips, stroking hair
Coy adjustments to her underwear
I soak up her visual seeds
providing the attention she
needs
For I am as guilty as she,
Sharing imaginary infidelity
Secret passions on display
Tensions just won’t go away
Until physically separated by fate
then all these yearnings will deflate
Nothing adventured, nothing
lost
here at the moral line we would not
cross
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