Coldly it held me on
with its long hidden claws
roughly it squeezed me on
through its big bumpy palm
vainly i struggle to loose myself
brightly i looked as if it never happened
a cold shiver that went down my very spine
a fiery dart that pierced down my bricky heart
a feeling that left a lasting impression....
affection they say it is...
love, they call its name..
the day i met you, my inamorata!
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