The Funny Things You Say

The words slide through the air

Meant only for me

Truth cloaked in a sexy smile

Witticism drier than the Gobi

You tickle my frontal lobe

Rapid-firing my neurons

Your intellect is incitive

Our laughing fits are marathons

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

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

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