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Unrequited July 7, 2006

Posted by Jen in : A215 stuff , trackback

I think of you the moment I awake

despite my pact that I would not relent.

My mind misleads, pretends I smell your scent

which makes my stomach churn, all senses ache.

Your plain dark looks, a drug I can’t forsake

gives bittersweet and silky smooth descent

into a decadent, luxurious torment.

I hate the way you linger at my hips

once you’re devoured. Not just a greedy fling,

I can’t give up my aphrodisiac.

Ashamed when caught, your taste stays on my lips

but diet books have taught me one sad thing:

‘chocolate cannot ever love you back’.

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