Hey you.
I know you.
I know that game you’re playing.
Such a tease.

I know men who stop, drop and roll for me.
I know that tone.
That delight.

I know this dance you and I are playing.
The flirty dance.
The one which is a rush.
With each message arriving with a heady ting.

Each stroke.
A flush of guilt and euphoria all at once.
I know.

It’s the chase.
The whole game is the chase.

Once that’s over.
The game is over.
For me it is.

Unfortunately for you, it has begun.
But I’m out honey.
I’m out.

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