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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