I did not want to lust for you...
spontaneously combust when you touch me.
Burn in this desire and be consumed.
You are the flame that sucks all the air
from my room
leaving me gasping for mouth to mouth.
Resuscitate me - should I pass out -
with your magical, fairy tale kisses
until my heart leaps like a frog
becoming a prince once again,
as in the myths of men
who wrote them...
whose words wove tales of undying love.
I aspire to be their spokesman.
-HymnAgen
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