Your victims, your nemesis;
Eyes of night with olive flesh,
The craving hit me first-
Second, the whispering moon
Screaming at me to move;
To say anything to your
Strength, your speed, your heart,
Your determination;
So quick was your charm in third,
Ensnaring, wrapping me
In your dangerous smile-
Your gift unto no one else,
For myself alone to love,
To yearn, to question still,
If any of us was truly real?
Your succor, sweet kiss
'Neath the moonlight timed just right
For your soon departure
Left me without question.
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