xvi.
There you stood looking for a smile, but just
What did you expect? Oh, of course, I see.
A reprobate wild with desperate lust,
Or perhaps a tail wagging at your feet.
How I tire of you, long since unamused,
My heart now longs only for her, and you care
Not, I know, as though damaged and abused
I am all the more helpless, unaware.
Please excuse me if by my sour taste
I've reduced your boiling steam of desire.
I have no stake in it. I've laid waste
To the one real love of my heart's true fire.
And you're bored now, some idle pleasures to seek,
And thought you'd come by and just borrow me.
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