underlying confessions
of a man
twice your age
but only half you knowledge
and one fourth your morals
he loves you
and dreams about you at night
so do you
but his are pleasurable
yours a nightmare
so slay this gental beast with your eyes
so that tomorrow he may awake
a savage
and once again
call for his supper
of budding beauty
til our eyes met I never knew you
and somehow I still don't |
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