you can't stop it

love gathers dust

its downhill from the end of lust

so hot she squeaked

her touch a scorch

nothing doused my flaming torch

wet mouth a snare

long limbs a web

we knew this inferno could not ebb

ugly but chic

lithe and svelte

a body that would never melt

we sit here now

old and forlorn

wishing we had never been born

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