Kickball
In your spectacles,
Should I try them on.
I see more than I
Want, what I need
Is your labido.
Caressing my
Insides are you
Family Man.
And worshipping
Something unobtainable
Is my consolation prize.
Yet, I always end up
Taking last place.
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