Senses

You saw my titties and

did not touch them

I did not take it personal

I smiled at your refusal

and enticed you with my eyes

hoping to warm your ice

You heard my brain

but asked no questions

I continued to spill but

it was never mopped up

You felt my pleas

and turned your back

I reached out and massaged your feet

and foolishly thought you’d return the favor

You tasted my love

it never digested in your system

I seasoned it with jokes, with soft blond

inspired verbiage

Made you the man but you never saw me as girl

I smelled your indifference

but thought it rightful resignation that needed

to be mollified, pacified and won over

You could not know for me no flame burned

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