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Not Complex Huitain
We flirted simply with our eyes,
never really needing to touch.
Kissed each other like butterflies,
when wind whistles gentle and such.
It really doesn’t take that much,
now we’re trading milkshakes for sex.
Lips always come through in a clutch,
lust at its core is not complex.
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Melani Udaeta
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