Streams of profanity

 

swirl around in my mind

 

when gaze upon you

 

my head whirls into a daze

 

and i fear I will be lost

 

in a torrid maze of lust and despair

 

never knowing when it will end

 

or where it will begin for that matter

 

touching your flesh sends me into a quandary

 

of transcendental thoughts from which I can not

 

Nor wish not to escape

 

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