It did simmer
and then to boil,
a torrid downpour
of un-platonic wiles.
A constant whisper
of thoughts that endlessly toil.
A brazenly dapper
harbinger of un-imaginable joys.
Touches that linger...
looks that shy...
thoughts that hover...
and words that sigh...
a jaunty parade
of un-innocent wants
perusing delicious assets
in hidden pantomime.
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