At 3

A proposal made at 3
I toyed with it
Went back and forth with it
Nothing good ever happens at an hour like that
And titillating as the stranger might be
I wonder if I can survive the morning-after
This is not my life anymore, I remind myself

But I didn't want to be alone that night
Not that night, for some reason
So I closed my eyes and told him to convince me
Why should I honour him with my time
What's in it for me...
Be creative, I told him

And he pitched, boy, was it a good pitch
With my eyes still shut, I listened to every word he said
I got lost in the promise, the assurance
I will make it worth your time, he said, his voice eager
Go on, I said, tell me more

And he weaved the most delicious of words
Then, the unexpected happened...
I heard your voice muttering his words
I snapped out of his lure
And told him no

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