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Blue Lines, Blue Lines Blog, Infatuation, Jazz, Key Yemaya Walker, Nude, poetry, Prose, sex
Thanks for the words to start this piece sis.
“Infatuation?”
KS – 7/21/11
I eyed you, secretly,
My mind focused on something more than your heart,
Your neck arched as you listened to the band,
Your chest easy as you breathed,
Your inhibitions down,
The band played,
Was this love, or are you just my infatuation,
Us crowded standing in the back,
A whiff of your scent wafted past me,
Making the cigarette and cigar smoke tolerable,
Tired, I deviously wrapped my arms around your neck,
As my breath warmly pressed against your neck,
You jerked forward,
Then softly nestled back…
Was this love, or are you just my infatuation,
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