Hopeless, hapless, endless love
were you sent from God above?
Or are you in affilliation with the dark Lord?
Trepidation fills my being with extatic cheer -
somewhere between hope and fear is where my current state of mind is headed.
Faithfully, I pray that you’ll be faithful and
come good with your promises of grandeur
not one to pander but
to be forever hateful of the love you bare me
is a state of mind more mentally consuming than the most potent of drug....
It’s sextasy the way you touch me
but only ever on the outside...
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