To Die For
Until I met my lucious lover
I was ambivalent about having another.
My last affair was bittersweet.
My arcane pain I kept discreet.
This one however is quintessence.
My desires awoken from quiescent.
Although I'm flamboyant, he makes me shy.
An intercessor I'll need, I know a guy.
He'll tell him how tactile I can be.
Sweet, loveable, passionate me.
If unsuccessful, I will consume libation.
Become an oblation by immolation.
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