The idea of you intoxicates me
The idea of you
I could fall in love with that
I could fall in love with the actual you as well
(You with the intelligent eyes and the softest dreads I’ve
ever felt)
If you call me back, that is
I can fall in love with the way you feel
Pressed against my back
Leading my hips to the electric pulse
While that (I think) was not your obvious intention
Do you regret giving me reason to love you?
Do you regret running your hands down my arms
grasping my fingers in yours?
I have an idea of you
And I think I love it
At least, I think I like it
Even though you never called
Or texted
I think the real you might be a bit of an ass
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