You’re My Fever

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You’re my liquid ecstasy
My sexual nectar
My femme fatale
My insatiable pleasure
You’re my fever

And when I think of the many nights
you cried yourself to sleep
Wondering, why, why would this
all end with you on bended knees
Only to have me now begging you
Please, please, please

When I think of the many times
you were there no questions asked
When I think of wasted years to
which I’ve sentenced you to
a bitter past
never once you giving up

To all others it was plain to see
that my eyes kept closed
unless it was all about me
Now the cage door has flung open
Fly away,
far, far away
away from where your heart
was once so badly broken~


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