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Sarah Tate

Regard dijonnais

You are the first person to make me
feel beautiful
ever
and it's different than I expected.
I've started biting my lip,
because if I didn't I wouldn't be able
to stop smiling at you
And you like the habit. I see the pink
bow curve reflected in your eyes,
interrupted by a chip of white.
I lick my lips, and your pupils dilate.

You didn't have to say my name
the heat of your gaze made me
raise my eyes at once.
I didn't know the answer, until I saw
the way you looked at me. Then I knew. You wanted
to hear me say it - Ie mot Ie plus
erotique de la langue Irencsise.
You sat across the classroom,
plywood and plastic and stifling heat separating us
yet I felt your lips mold to mine
as you whispered the word with me, your
eyes not leaving my mouth - que je puisse.

You cleared your throat. Looked down at
the desk, shuffled some papers. Licked your lips.
My pupils dilated.

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