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She by Calgary M She She came to my room during my darkest hour/ She smiled at me, her hand holding a flower My body was cold and trembling and I asked her to leave at first/ She was pleasing to the eye, I knew her kind, but I gave into my thirst/ “ Make love to me”, she said, “ I have always been true”/ The others were playthings, diversions, but I am you/ Her eyes so dark and deep, the bottom I see not / A Chameleon trapping the prey she has caught/ Breasts offered as goblets of wine/ Drinking from her chalice, showing herself as mine/ Losing myself to her clever deception/ Willingly being lied to by my perception/ Her name I know not, nor do I ask/ She is a destroyer for eons, this is her task/ Changing her shape to my true love/ She rapes my soul, staring from above/ I give myself as I join her to become one/ Making love to my pain, I wake up she is gone MJS |
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