Write me a poem.
You told me naked on the
sofa of your workplace.
Your number on a banknote.
And if you come back to me,
I will learn to trust you.
I have no lovers
for sadness.
When I pay them or
they succumb to me.
Our story with my words
and your panties.
It is an unsigned contract
and perspirations not worthy of you.

Many thanks Julian Mindel for the corrections and suggestions.

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