Can your posture and gesture be all that they seem?
I don't know how much of your eyes to believe
When you wear those pretty green contacts for me.
Your body invites, but your ring disagrees,
So I won't respond, take the bait, take control,
No matter how far you stray from just agreeable.
I too know that tug-of-war when body fights soul.
I know all about being taken but available.
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