She pulls you [[close]], although you've barely met. \nYou're not sure when you were snared in [[her net]].

"Well, why can't it be both?" \nYou aren't sure.\n"Love, you should probably [[go]]." \n...[[do you know her]]?

@precisememory

Iambically Yours (a lover's tale)

"Would you like to [[find out]]?" she asks, and grins.\nLascivious, you'd say, it [[might]] have been?

Is that really the thing you want to do?\nAll right then, fine, whatever, fuck you too.

I'll wink and nudge - the rest's a mystery. \nDiscretion is important, as you see.

You click the link. "A game jam? That sounds fun!"\n\n(In retrospect, it was [[a smoking gun|loop 1]].)\n\n<<set $i = 0>>

(Or you could call it "horny," let's be real.)\n\nIs it time to go [[forward]], or [[appeal|go]]?

She winks at you, but you aren't laid low. \nYou're not sure you want this. It's time to [[go]].

Yeah, you're starting to think that you should bail.\nAway you walk. The rest's another tale.

She kisses you, abandoning pretense. \nOne word for how you suddenly feel's "[[tense]]."

You wait. It doesn't mean you'll [[listen]], though. \nIt's cryptic, and you hate it - [[let her know|loop 1]].

Well, maybe not - these days, you never know. \nYou think maybe it's time for you to [[go]].

A cryptic message. Wow. What next. How great.\n\n"I know it's stressful, please [[listen]]! Please [[wait]]!"\n\n<<if $i gte 3>>\n[[Fuck iambic pentameter and fuck you.|fuck]]\n<<else>>\n<<set $i += 1>>\n<<endif>>

She tells you: "Dearest, I fear for the worst."\nYou ask: "Is this a [[poem|curse]] or a [[curse]]?"