You... are my
Infatuation queen
The holder of my eye
Lacking nothing
You... are my
Wanting, my need
I refuse to heed
My heart, my feelings
That will quickly depart
A quote-unquote love
The distorted version
Transformed by a lust
And desires of this
Fleshy perversion
That whispers those
Futile sweets
You... Are...
The pure, The perfect
Infact, you do lack
Imperfection and disguist
You are beauty's definition
I want you...
The lighter
Of my ignition
The igniter of
My covetously jealous
Fire... burning
Of Passion
As I feed on
The everlasting
Image of a goddess
The psuedo-queen
You are...
I l-l-lust you from afar
Out mutual attraction
Is obviously beyond
No expectation
But is a shallow
Infatuation
Only given by what's seen
Your heart and sould are clean
You... are...
My infatuation queen.



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