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She loves me, maybe not

She loves me, maybe not Behind silver, she’s shining We may not be allowed to engage but we've done it, With pride we've made it, Forcefully, we've bonded. Let me trace the pace that we faced. This is Africa, homos are sinners, Westerns are tractors And illegal partners are deceivers. She loves me, maybe not We met at work, coincidentally we became friends, I hate to admit that your face was cuter that the earth itself, Your body was made with love and peace, No wonder you glow at night, and shine during daylight. She confessed, I entertained, she came closer I froze, My heart beating louder than drums, I felt warn air coming, I was hoping we won’t exchange breath and interlock because we both have boyfriends. From that moment our lips told each other a secret, we knew we kissed and we love it. Like thieves we sneaked, escaping from our partners to be together, Her boyfriend knew that we were close friends, my boyfriend, knew that my friend comes first. When she sees me with my BF she freak out, when we kiss, her face turns pink, when I give him a kiss goodbye, she walks away. Surely this is more than lust, We text we delete, we hate we love, we desire, we pressure, And flout, we freeing, we pretend it never happened but we end up on the same spot, Repeating everything that our surrounding hates, My second lover is a woman, You may criticize, rejects and hate but our love is pure, She knows the buttons to press, the music to sing and the melody to play when I’m sad, I’m neither gay nor rebellious; I’m in love with a woman and man. Maybe she does love me

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