Dating Ms. Infatuation

At your door, holding flowers to date.
A glass of red wine
Don’t be late
I’m a little bit shy
I brought her something
she’d look stunning in.
She asked, and I said,
nothing.
You’d look fancy with your breasts
between my face.
Brown sugar and spice
You taste of white chocolate
and everything nice.
Like handprints soaked in cement,
you drown everyone from my thoughts
until what’s left is seeing only you.
In the deafness of my fear,
I hear the ringing temptation of falling in love
before realizing
I already am.

(© 2022 AC)

(WattpadAmazon Kindle.)

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