Cleanup Row A

Watching her flamboyant posture between us. He stares forward ignorantly omniscient.

She fidgets, covering your skin from over exposure…And I feel it. Your eyes adverted fighting the urge. I hold your secret, your restless desire. Your seduction from a few feet, trying to hide your disregard for me. She’s relentless. She’s embarrassed. Your hidden agenda. I have waited, yet I have forgotten. You reappear to remind me then disappear to loathe me. I love you. You love many or convinced that you do. I know the game and I win…You lose.