Thoughts frighten – rob me late at night
Propelled to draw upon a canvass.
Refuse not, let your mind foresee
To reflect would coerce – drive the soul to madness
No, don’t play with these emotions
You are like a soft gentle breeze.
Oh do tempt me with your hatred;
A smile so slow just meant to tease – what a strange unease
Too late to start – to act like saint
Her cheeks so round! Oh lips so red
Raucous burning inside the chest.
I moaned and trembled from foot to head – oh misled!
Oh every touch makes her cower;
And mere thought of me makes her cringe.
Obsession songful – hour of sport
You can miss me by a mile – miss me by an inch
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