Episode 17

Episode 1 has been running in the background

Few know the deep rhythm of words never spoken

You leave now and I am relieved

Reliving the perfect timing of temptation over and over

Another visit with a change in the weather station


I am obliged to be the gentle man and be hands off

Until you reach the front door

The ass in front of me says to come


Hand to door knob

Inflation is always inconvenient

Her brunch hangout is in an hour

Lips and hips say otherwise in another language

Locked in lust at the door

Why now?

Leave, no stay

Kissing was supposed to be enough for now

The request of more time in a text


Perspiration and unrest

Throwing fits and spreading of splits

Control alt repeat

Call me


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