admission, sequel

I said that I am done
with seduction

but the smoldering looks,
the lingering caresses,
they come too naturally.

My experiment
in platonic passion
only resulted in the
climb toward pleasure
more eagerly given.

After the honest conversations,
the warm embraces,
the truths along the way,

even slow takes you there eventually.

I learned where the laugh lines
fold beside your mouth
long before I found myself kissing them.

I didn’t want to seduce
or to be seduced;
I just
melted in.

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