You continue to evade my every romantic advance,
and intimate whisper.

As do I yours.

It's as if we prefer dancing with unsuitable partners.

Only to reach the finnal
notes, time and time again.

Being denied the sought after satisfaction felt,

If it were you in my embrace, and I in yours.

As if the emptiness is truelly what we really want.

~PoeticIrony



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