He kisses her deceitful lips
and gazes into her distrusting eyes.
He's intolerably naive.
He believes all her whispered lies.
His touch burns her silky skin;
she can tell that he wants more.
His fervent desire tempts her to ruin him
like the ones she's demolished before.
She won't melt in his arms
and abandon her erratic life.
She refuses to remember his name.
She calls him "Number 5".
He's not special or unique.
He leaves her wanting more.
She smiles in that vacant way
and escorts him to the door.
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