I’m not sure if she,
Looking in my eyes,
Saw what I was trying to hide:
I was badly struggling
To maintain a balance
In between
The professionalism and contumacious lust
That it was way too tough
For my mind to mind
My own business
Or concentrate on her waist
While I kept walking
On my fingers
At the curvature of her hips
Despite of all the colleagues
And CCTV cameras around
My subconscious mind was on alert
And she blamed me:
I was a professional flirt
But seriously,
At that moment
I was none:
A professional or a flirt.
But who is who?


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