The Grift

A wayward gaze
From bright green eyes

A bite of bottom lip
Audible sighs

Small talk
A glimpse of passion

A whisper in the ear
As she leans in

A promise of
What’s to come

His senses
Unwind and undone

She hand him a key
And sultrily walks away

Along with his wallet
Another victim of her play


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