And night after night; that tauntress, she comes Creeps into your head, and she pulses and moans She treks ‘cross your skin, you can feel her trail While she touches you gently, every mound; every vale
You lose all control, and try as you might To keep it inside, but you can’t win this fight Exploring each crevasse, with speed like a snail She drinks from your river; she makes your chest rale
She remains until dawn, and then crawls from your bed While you toss and you turn, and you realize she fled Now alone and cold, you must think of her heat To give you the energy to rise to your feet
Then day after day, you work on a plan To tame this sweet vixen, but conclude that you can’t So night after night; that tauntress returned And you welcomed her back, for you lived and you learned
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