The dichotomy of casual- II

vie,
you terrible, lovely boy
leaving me in charge of a wild heart
unable to take this decoy

I wanted just a taste
of your electric kiss
and elastic waist
but here I am in a quandary
writing to erase your lingering face

“but do I really want to forget?”
– my crimson cheeks betray me –
as I cling on to the memory
of the time you made my toes curl