I had been tasting the sweet nectar of freedom for a month.
The first week i cried.
The second i busied my body.
The third i danced and let free.
The fourth it was a glimmer.
But then it came time to treat
Get away from the familiar,
live a little. It came dinnertime
And a simple birthday party
Became the playtoy of a matchmaking
Mother. He was nice, bringing me
My drink but it was a fight of the brothers
And i left without a thought of anything more.
Deep in my mind, it was the guy
Back home, although miles away.
The flirty texts back and forth, a game.
Eyes smiled while cheeks blushed.
It wasn't hidden for long, no maybe
A day, maybe less. I itched for his touch
The smile, the flirting, and the kisses to come.
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