Funny how lust creeps
in on silent feet
stalking my consciousness
and my dreams.
All i know is she was suddenly there.
The north to my compassing heart.
Everything leads to her-
putting myself in her path
so i know she'll see me.
And if she smiles or says hi
i've got a good lead.
It's a good thing sheets don't talk-
the things they'd spill about me.
i've become glutted with need
and there's no end, no rest
that would be unlikely.
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