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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