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daredevil
it was written on her forehead to be careful
of her missteps
and cadence
so softly she'd suggest the expense
of leaving soon

she would delight in the dancing of your urges
and set the tip of her tongue on her lip
regardless of the party's general timbre
the little nuances of tension start to itch

apart from
the background noise and the humdrum
she stood out
and loitered
the lingering a statement to be exploited
by evening's end

she would throw her cigarette into the road
if the effect of it would get her seen
mythologising sexual advances
narrowed down to what played well on the big screen

do I want to know (the end game you've got planned?)
it feels like so
the tension slips right through your hands
do I want to know (the underneath of all of this?)
it feels like so
much subtext for just a kiss

she would effortlessly contest all your angles
and slip and slide among your finest edge
multiplicity's in her methods of abduction
sucked you in and spat you out again

I've got my fingers trapped in my pockets
before she spots that they've got restless

do I want to know (the end game you've got planned?)
it feels like so
the tension slips right through your hands
do I want to know (the underneath of all of this?)
it feels like so
much subtext for just a kiss

she would delight in the dancing of your urges
and set the tip of her tongue on her lip
regardless of the party's general timbre
the little nuances of tension start to itch