he knew how to sustain my gaze
(like a dissertation)and every time he talked to me
my hands would caress each other
in hiding
(one of them pretending it was his)I was quivering around each map,
year or name of a leader
you,
(pardon me),
you Sir
I loved more than chocolate
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you Sir
I loved more than glass of wine in the summer
dancing is
still mine
you Sir
follow me
i will teach you
flying is a personal business
pardon me, Sir
but I use to
fancy you
and this is my poem
about it..
x
:)
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