Lust

When I see you,
I’m in blinders
I hear you speak
and hardly listen

I think of you
and see things
I wouldn’t say
if I could care

Which,

Is not to say
you’re not deserving
For all I know
you are

But I see you
and one thing
comes to mind:

not much blood–

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