a new one
walks towards me
with the telling swagger
of the arrogant
little does he know
that
I am a serial dater
of the sorrily seductive
predictably
he smiles sweetly
and comes close
to talk dirty in my ear
I giggle
all hopes
follow the same pattern
showing impossible promise
and I give in
only to grow wise and bored
in a hurry
but this time
I promise
this compellingly hot one
in front of me
is my last hope
maybe
I will be better off
hopeless
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