Sexual Tension, Ayoosh Pareek'12

by ayoosh pareek'12

I told her we were too far, to be in love.

I'm sure I breathe out in the direction that would carry my scent to Providence, She says.

Walking down her patio, I can't help but give my feet a mean stare to slow down In the smells of sundried tomato wraps filled with scrambled eggs and guacamole.

You and I are like the yolk and the white. We flow with fluidity inside the shell, But when things come to a boil, We can't help but separate.

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