Smoke until these
Senses reel
And
tempered are
These nerves of Steele
Look down trodden
at the heel
Now
where is love
In sex appeal
For one moment.
Needs to steal.
For
one moment,
Not to feel.
Chanced on life
In an unknown deal
Felt
it slippery
Like an eel
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