I started on this a few weeks ago. Playing around with rhyme and repetition.
The Edge of My Seat
What are you waiting for?
An engraved invitation?
A push in my direction?
A feeling of absolution?
A little less aggravation?
A little more premeditation?
A stronger conviction?
A more forceful flirtation?
A sense of my infatuation?
A greater stimulation?
A cooling rationalization?
A lack of superstition?
A pure vindication?
A fading undulation?
A smoother transition?
A lively titillation?
An encouraging speculation?
A last objection?
You leave too much to my imagination.
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