I seek your look, my lust beats time, Winnowed from the crowd, you offer Your innocence, not as virtue But a vacancy to be filled You do not know you are observed But wait on chance, until the time Your callous glance meets mine, a match, The die is cast, and the games begin Though maybe just for this one night, We may not feel this way again For an erection isn't love, A
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