Horror, Terror and Awe
How sub-line you are.
To measure you,
Infantile mind and all that your are,
Would require for me to do something I deplore.
But 'tis is something I must do;
Such action will take me far
As to sit on your filthy floor.
I will say this once,
Perhaps twice
But not thrice.
Between the sheets,
Vigor is elsewhere.
Passion,
An unknown friend.
Selfishness,
Only an acquaintance at most.
Desire,
We've never met.
Fulfillment...
I dare not go one.
For what lacks is already known.
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