Ticket 2 Ride

The words slide through the air

Meant only for me

Truth cloaked in a sexy smile

Witticism drier than the Gobi

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You tickle my frontal lobe

Rapid-firing my neurons

Your intellect is incitive

Our laughing fits are marathons

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A comic I’m not, still you laugh at me

Awkwardly, our dance is all feet

You’re chocolate, I’m marshmallow

Together we melt into an amorous treat

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Nothing gets passed you, especially me

A quip, an eye roll, sarcasm flows

As the last word is usually yours

Regardless, our smiles are appose