The kettle whistles
A catcall
I can still feel your presence in this room
Indentations on my skin
From a lovers lips
Who were hungrily looking for love
Where only lust was to be had
I loved you then
I held you now
But my heart didn't flutter
And my senses went numb
Pour me a tea
I'll be on my way
After polite conversation
Where you imply
If I can stay
My answer hasn't changed
-No more