He pulled up.
Driving her car.
Cool as a cucumber.
No long explanations.
I got in the back seat.
We went to his dad's place.
He put a record on.
Smiled at me.
Softened his eyes.
I froze with desire.
Stared at his lips.
The jazz was good.
Horns filled my ears.
The second hand paused.
Moments too short.
He left the room.
Now time to go.
Hurt and confused.
Still wanting more.
My heart sank fast.
It waxed the floor.
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