My Chosen

Love’s poison bitter pill
I swear I crave the girl
with a temperamental dark side,
so that when we kiss
we’re all dramatic
like this will be our first and last.
Maybe I’ll choose you
to be my tepid lover,
could you handle the command
to softly cut my arm?
Understand, we’ll make love
in strange places,
we’re different, you and I
a one of a kind passion
the builds and then crashes down.
I’m lucky to be lost
loving you.

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