Poetry Through a Phone
A control you can't explain,
a power that you crave,
I press my wanting lips to your,
and find myself wishing for more,
desire surging through me, but you play hard to get,
can't you understand that that only makes me wet,
but somehow it is more,
like somehow you closed the door,
and it's not really playing,
but that your desire's fading,
how can you say you don't want me,
You always have before,
maybe it's that now you're free,
and that you don't want me,
but you keep on teasing and then you walk away,
and leave me there still yearning, it's not supposed to work this way,
it's like we've traded places,
taken on different faces,
I don't mean to fuss,
but what has happened to us?
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