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What are you up to?
“So, what are you up to?”
I received this message and my mind explode
-nearly midnight or at least dark inside me-
I was up for everything, I was never that picky.
I brushed my teeth and combed my hair
just in case you wanted to call me with cam.
I’m always nervous and careful enough
like the purple color of the sunset
when its hue is under the threat of a cloud.
Our distance was negligible
although it was limitless and that was granted
I could see the 100 m alarm blinking
and I thought “that’s the one, come baby come!”
No more time to lose, I wanted your body to win.
I invited you at my place; I like my neighbors to see
so I opened the curtains and all the windows
I had Gordons and lemonade, I opened it too,
you came in uniform, black boots and a mask
your teeth were white, you were not a vampire.
I left the TV on, watching pink numbers and blowjobs
I knew it would turn you on
there was this guy left in my bedroom
wasted from the night before
this date wasn’t meant to be just for us
all my dates are not kind of private.
I like having people and people having me
but most of all, I like seeing you, whoever you are,
having the ones I had before, pure self, plain body,
keeping a promise that I never made
leaving a kiss that I had reserved for so long
on your scared face, on your amazing smile
like I knew that you’ll want me
the next day as well and not only the night before.
**written for DivenParker's comp "I like dating with stranger girls"
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