Limerents sweet folly
What an instinct bent and turvy
It was Dante's Beatriz
not quite my cup of tea
But he wrote the Divine comedy thinking about her
Pining and grinding his internal organs enthused by her
External organs perhaps even more rigorously
Supercharged by her delicateness and scent
All infused with that kinky self conjured sorcery that gives way to...
A hole of such emptiness and desolation man has no vocabulary to even hint of it
Upward and downward spiralling after the inital brash vexing Euphoria
The obsession kidnapping his heart and extorting his brain
You knew it was real by the way he portrayed lust
Yes being thrown to the wind directly upward no control
The empty void where the sky should have been is the same one inside of you
You are taking a bath in it, drowning in it, the highs murderous highs
The lows insane beserk eerily creepy the unstable and hot then freeezing
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