A living aphrodisiac

An emotional kleptomaniac

Who renders most insomniacs

Once present in their mind


The kind of love you dream about

But mostly cry and scream about

The kind you feel supreme about

Because it’s hard to find


So as all others salivate

Over your lovely profligate

Your standards slowly dissipate

For your ego’s struck you blind


Yet once the fire quells to embers

It’s harder for you to remember

What’s between you, save their splendor

And your moments spent supine

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