For ever attracted to the bad boys,
sarcastic Lennon lips coolly smirking,
reptile eyes missing nothing.
Perhaps it was innate caution
that caused me to pause.
His lean hands held my attention first
as they snapped a lobster's shell
and I felt the crack inside me.
"Look up" said his hands
and his eyes said. "Hell-O,
want to have a thing, a fling?"
they spoke in earnest.
The truth is I did
but in the end
I didn't.
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