Does it not get tiring?
This routine of the stare and look away
The slow gaze that trails from my feet to my messy hair
Do you intend to get better at it?
Masking the want in your voice when we sing our duet
When we pretend to pass the time with conversation
But we know it’s a symphony our lips conduct and our eyes but keep us a metronome apart
Enough distance to steal my heart but too far to steal a kiss
Do you wish I didn’t just sit here?
When I can clearly see you bite your bottom lip
When it’s obvious my shields are down when you smile
‘Cause it took a lot for you to switch tables during lunch
It felt more mysterious when we had distance now the table’s turned
Now I don’t have to imagine how full your bosoms look beneath your shirt
Now you’re sitting here
Close enough it scares me
Do you wish to fan the flames then?
Our kisses will smelt the room around us
Our lazy touches will raze our clothing
Our laboured breathing slowly feeding the pyre of bodies
Our climaxes like molten lava flowing and setting the village on the sheets ablaze
Don’t just sit there
Say something
Don’t leave me again in a daydream
Say you’ll stay until it’s a nightmare and I want nothing with you
Don’t disappear in a cloud of reality, a puff of smoke
It’s lunch time again Agnes
I say to you in my mind
Hoping you hear, somehow
I’m at our spot
Why don’t you just sit at my table and wake me from my daydream?
I’m a writer when I’m not busy with engineering stuff, I have an unhealthy love for Fanta and dodo even up to combining them, I talk as quickly as I think and I think the garden of Eden was in Black and white
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Bravooo brother???