You with your quick witter repartees,
And perfunctory simpers,
One hand on the steering wheel,
The other gripping mine softly,
With momentary side ganders,
Equipped with a brief chuckle,
Reciprocating my anxiety laden banters,
Sneaking in kisses,
Tender as can be,
And burns as you pull away,
In between red lights and sharp turns,
This modern day James Dean will never learn ,
For he is cursed with the perfect play on words,
Laced with saccharine,
And i disintegrate everytime.
But he flashes the pearly whites with such glee,
And kiss with such urgency,
Disagrees with such subtletly,
Pulls you in with such tenacity,
Leaves you submerged into euphoric delirium,
Capitulating into temptation,
Convincing yourself this isnt infatuation,
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