You looked into my eyes
And I looked into yours
Knowing our pants would be in the floor,
But your heart was re-routed
It only needed a detour;
And mine was freshly grouted.
You flew to my penis,
Like a trickster’s knife.
Heart screaming you didn’t mean this.
Just needed a new life.
I let you in my home
Paid with magnificent dome
And you sang in the kitchen
Voice absolutely bewitching.
But you left me on my birthday
For a skater that made you thirsty.


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