sometimes there is no fault to what befalls us;
when beauty steals our breathless sense with ease.
I’m blinded, it’s aurora borealis
from her eyes. Oh, see me, darling, please!
She speaks in subtle sensuality,
and sparks desires dormant set ablaze.
I dream there’s some slight chance she’s teasing me;
for somehow, someway I must feed this craze.
Yet, not the slightest whisper, wink or clue,
or even innuendo for relief.
Let’s please pretend for just a sec’ taboo
would be divine, and I’m your lusting thief!
Alas, you give a friendly hug with cheer;
now, surely you must feel my plight, my dear.
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