Inevitably my thoughts
Linger too long on those curves, those thighs
I'm a suffering romantic psycho darling, just gimme a try
I'm not that kind of guy who'll rape you or molest you
Just because you dare not share your love with me don't mean I cannot like you
I saw you looking at me and my inner man just blushed
I'll keep worshiping your maker even if my heart you crush
Your love is an artful making, feel the last stroke of my brush...
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