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Look, I know that she appeals to me
Because of her way of distancing.
Her coldness turns me on.
Oh my goddess, let me worship you,
Kiss you.
Such a need to kiss,
Wet you with my lips,
Steal these moments
Of loving you.
Oh but you won't let me
For then I would be just
Another mortal.
You too, want an adoring god,
A god to pour his cold desire
Onto you.

Irwin R. Shaw - 1981