A week later in her second
visit,
When she blushed of her
interest
In me, I boomed with wings,
Having taken her as a
reserved asset,
And taken me as a thunder.
Today, in her appointed
tryst,
She shattered my whims at a
stroke,
From the very embrace of her,
Betraying her
professionalism.
A cheep prostitute, her acts
revealed
She was sent back, not to
call back.
18.05.2005
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