Friday, March 13, 2015

Gift of infatuation

Giddy with anticipation
Was a clichéd one-liner,
The lewdness of her gaze,
Wasn’t lost on her or others,
The craving was a frill
The lavishness a guilt,
Needless to say, she was
Just a slave to her desires.
Her heart was in tremor
And her head dizzy in excess
The day finally was here
It came packaged in white
As she pulled away the covers,
Revealing the shiny new gadget.
An attempt in stealth
From her loved ones
A lapse from prudence
For just this once.

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