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"Originality is the art of concealing your source." - Franklin P. Jones

Here is a poem I wrote for the assface ex, it's not really good but it expresed my feelings and described the process of my downward spiral into lust, so it's at least apt.

The Anatomy of Seduction

Your eyes
Mere products of function
Simple instruments of perception
Yet one seemingly nonchalant glance from you and
I realise I am quietly being longed for

Your hands
Mere products of function
Simply tools of your creativity
Yet one seemingly innocuous caress from you and
I realise I am quietly being worshipped

Your voice
A mere product of function
Simply the amplifier of your will, thoughts and opinions
Yet one seemingly desireless word from you and
I am slowly being drawn into you

Your lips
Mere products of function
Designed to sample all that is life giving and nourishing
Yet one seemingly emotionless kiss from you and
I realise I am slowly being devoured

Your heart
A mere product of function
Simply a life giving organ
Yet in one pulsating beat of yours
I realise that I have surrendered mine
In total abandonment
Lost to logic as well as knowledge
Yet reconciled with truth
A slow gentle surge
Followed by a delightfully crisp pang
Desire permeates my being for only you
Only you