Words elude confusion
when hope dances on tongues
insecurity plays the victim
aiding and abetting romance
of the sketchy kind.
My red stare,
crying through unblinking eyes,
watching her finger herself
in her spare time.
I sip wine,
gazing at her body;
mouth-watering with temptation.
The sun can’t burn my lust,
but it tried, warming
my heart by happenstance.
She posed in her window,
eyes soft with a wide smile.
I motioned her
before she waved me over,
stripping nude.
I swallowed hard.
I headed the short distance,
making footsteps through light snow.
She opened the door;
before I exchanged my name,
she kissed me.
I kissed her back.
The passion spoke
what we couldn’t say
and the conversation
concludes its meaning.
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