With measured sponteneity
I said, "how nice to see you here;"
And she, with well thought out surprise
Replied, "it's been so many years!"
False reminiscence duly sparked
A fire between us, and I guessed
For sure she wanted me to take
Her hand with practiced awkwardness.
With systematic lust we looked
Each other eye to eye, and lip
To lip we kissed with passion that
Was clinical; part of the script.
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