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Loves Long Lust
In the beginning,
We were just friends.
Swift turn…sharp knife,
Good feelings end.
Lovers, enemies, wild feelings churn…
Not for the weak at heart, intense long, warm burn.
Overnight sensation, some would say…
Complicated rhythms, pendulums sway.
Why then, must gold dust turn to sand,
Tears flow heavy,
One takes a stand.
Serpents elixirs swirl foul dismay.
Loves long lust…wild at play.