found feathers, formerly floating
now fallen, fastened now
a passing kissing fancy
of this, a heart enwrapped fantasy
passing thoughts what could be
cheeks rest on forearms
a titled head with heaven glances
longing wishes of more those chances
at least of beat skipping dances
that linger in dreamy trances
but Cupid carries tasers these days
and is here and gone and rarely stays
to simply stun with a little fun
a tickle, a tease, please,
oh won't you please
instead draw back your bow
and penetrate this heart
with your sharp headed arrow
be done with it and me
in flesh bound satisfactory
let the blood flow down my chest
and in it find your rest
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