In a party of Hundred people, My eyes sought You.
I wanted to drink in Every detail of yours.
The contours of your face, Your body, It is all mine I screamed a silent Scream.
All mine, I thought, As I, Looked at you Surreptitiously Covertly And openly.
And you did Become mine. One sweaty afternoon The blinds drawn The cool room.
Everything picture perfect Except you.
And now I don't Want you I never want to meet you. You just look exciting, But after that sweaty, Afternoon, I never Want to meet you again.
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