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A night to remember?
Did she pretend to adore
With that lipstick smile?
Sticky hands advance
Nervously I grit my teeth.
My hormones flock
Resting at her hem
Another night of torture has crept again
A jug of love or a bog of lust?

By waeland

© 2016 waeland (All rights reserved)

This poem was written for the Ten Word Challenge,
10/10 Week*

This week's words:

Harvest - Equinox - Acorn - Foliage - Branches - Hues - Migration
- Growth - Frost - Gourd

* 10/10 Week - all ten words must be used in only ten
lines of verse.

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