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Early Morning Fantasy

I’m devoted to you,
fire in my veins,
walking through waterfalls,
that can’t dim my endless torch.
I scorch all night for you,
my flesh aflame like sweet Saint Maud for you,
called your bluff, just like she tried to do,
got cut off, and now I’m knee deep in needing you,
but I know that you’ll come.
I saw you at 4AM,
as the sun struggled from her bed sheets,
and we shared the sweetest kiss.

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