Saw her at a book store in the relationships section; I noticed her big natural hair and melaninated complextion; walked passed the aisle hoping she'll see me and my intellectual ways; because it's rare seeing a black man buying books these days; she was too much into her book to notice; so I stepped to her, "Hi, I'm Anthony. I'm a poet;" she smiles and says, "Hi, Anthony. I'm Lotus;" her name made sense, but I had to stay focused; "Do you come here often?" as I stuttered over my words; staring into the secrets of her eyes, couldn't help but to absorb; walking around the store conversing; she's blushing from my flirting; she new that I was an interesting person; she didn't even mind my cursing; she's not the type to run game on, so I didn't; wanted to express my attraction to her, but I kept it hidden; gave her my card hoping she'd use it and call; I hadn't heard from her at all. #...
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