Of memories we share
I like to think of you
with strayed thoughts
of rough sensuality and mild curses
I like to think of you
with a semblance of sanity
In a surge of hysteria
spinning in confusion
I like to think of you
In frantic efforts
unbending determination in your voice
of your wicked, wise and very wild smile
I like to think of you
an invitation sultry...not at all sweet
I like to think of you, and
Damn your devil eyes....
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