Waiting in the bistro
Sipping my attentions
Fervid
Your allure grows.
Demure in silence
A knowing coy
Passive
Your allure grows.
The silken vile
The coarse naïve
Textured
Your allure grows.
I stare and yearn
Hope and dream
Risque
Your allure grows.
The spousal secrets, revealed
Of betrothed love
Taken
Your allure grows.
It singes, my temporal love
To not have you
Eternized
In even a photograph.
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