Look into her eyes
Twinkle that flies into dreams
it's obvious the moment is nigh
She peforms for society
Dimples deepen a milimeter
Head sways toward her shoulder
so sensually slow and sweet
you are emboldened
she's not convinced
She moves like raw treasure
infatuation closing pincers
she doesn't exist for your pleasure
as you attempt to flirt
your mind makes it seem
there is some exquisite reciprocity
but she doesn't look, infact you aren't even seen
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