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This is my #writing #process

Our eyes meet As I walk past at breakfast

Your eyes close Others send daggers my way The drippings fall on your face.

A genuine smile First one ever seen Many remarked

You imagining my tastes Me unaware desires of mind

Sorry for playing aloof At 20, I was afraid of your intelligence To be honest - All of what lay beneath you meant

That night you described The visions you had From breakfast

As I walked by we made eye contact As you closed your eyes I felt all eyes on me I felt the drippings fall on your face.

Your genuine smile It was the first time to most You were imagining my tastes I never told you of mine That I saw in your mind eating the sweet peach

At breakfast

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If only I had been honest Told you of my shame allowing you to serve me

The visions I saw at breakfast I feared being Loved so purely

Exactly what you meant when you described eating the sweet peach As I walked by you felt the drippings fall on your face. Closed your eyes and imagined my taste.

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What if instead I confidently chose Predestination And met you at the cafe 96 hours in Paris Exploring oneness

At the train station

Your pure love scared me Unable to tell you then So much shame within me Knowing my poisoned nectar Would kill us both ——-

What if instead I confidently chose Predestination And met you at the cafe 96 hours in Paris Exploring

Took another train

Your pure love scared me Unable to tell you then So much shame within me Knowing my #poisoned #nectar Would kill us both

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