Brown eyes he is drowning in

Curved lashes she bats to break his heart

Full lips made to kiss, not tell

His heart a’hammering, shirt a’fluttering

Hands reach to scratch his head, perhaps his name forgotten



Manicured fingers typing fast

Head bowed, face buried in sleek computer

Earphones plugged in, the world blocked out

Fingering hair, biting lips, tapping fingers

Perhaps lost in a world she’s creating, time withers

Strange women in my head

Reminiscent of memories, wishes, and dreams

Unknown yet intimate, pieces of me yet virgin

Seducing ink, moulding worlds, bespelling desire

I frown at the thoughts, perhaps to douse their fire



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