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
Ticket 2 Ride 