He is a wizard of thought,
Equipped only with sarcasm
That glows from his tongue.
But he is my pitfall,
One that I fell for in fright.
The delicate recesses of my mind
Release a chorus of hisses
At the thought of his touch, bless me,
I have found infinity.
I am an idiot, extracted from love
And set upon with only my instincts
To spew me out of this ocean of lies.