Evening comes and I turn to what I've sought,
I'll meet your eye then we'll go hand in hand.
Our flesh touches the feelings burning hot
Pulses arching back! This woman is grand.
I can look at her face, travel the lines,
After all, I've seen them many a time.
The clock ticks on but nothing undermines
Our electric calm being so sublime.
Morning lights things I'd really rather hide,
All of my bizarre buldges and bruises.
Although, if I expected you'd be snide,
It's been years. I've used all my ruses.
I've denied our pretentious illusions,
These aren't just some dopamine delusions.
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