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for a minute or two?

watching from across the room,

too shy to ask your name,

but seeing you smile again.

What’s your name?

guessing and pretending,

dreaming of that first sight

putting me in the mood.

I write poetic lines

pushing tempting talk

to my thoughts every night

until you say my name.

Now that I know your name,

syllables come my way

under sheer moonlight

as we slide between the sheets.