MIDNIGHT

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Sexting his best friend seemed so wrong,
Yet it felt so right.
Truth be told,
I was hoping my ass got lucky that night.
I'd asked him if I was who he expected.
Or if I had any qualities he resented.
He said I was more than who he desired,
And that was the spark that created a huge fire.
It was  midnight and  only one thing I wanted,
Just a taste of the one thing he always flaunted.
The pictures he constantly sent wasn't enough,
So I asked, "Can I get a taste of you my love?"

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