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So be it
That you took my breath away
While trying to steal my interested heart
By subtle jabs deeper than fingers can reach

You rested there bobbing head and all
Yearning in me for relaxation
Confirmation that my company could be settled for
Not being the photogenic Frenchman you’d desire

And with that sharp wittiness
That told me the real definition of political correctness
Always that opportune moment
To show humbleness to me rather than greed

It wouldn’t replace the lust
The longing would yearn out past Venus
Only my lurking into your neighborhood
will bring you close.