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Listen to you: what I hear

I dread the time for lights out:
Knowing you are waiting.
I fear your desire for me:
Your dreams must stop.

I like the idea of you:
But only when you are away.
In bed you are too hot,
I would rather floss my teeth.

Why not surprise me, I say.
Doubt that you will any day
Soon. Wait! I suggest Friday.
The mood may be right. Or not.

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