You came straight from my heart. One. Only.
Just like all the others.
It's you I want; you fit. So perfectly.

I drink you in. I learn more.
I crave you. I taste you.
Nothing more, but to be your whore.
No charm. You don't need to woo.

My eyes have a confession.
No honesty nor truth - your traits.
They are to blame for this obsession.
The eye sees what it wants; what it creates.

You came straight from my hear. Some. Many.
Just like all the others.
It's them I want. I escape from reality.

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