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All too familiar, irrissistable, exotic, 
erotic, scent of forbidden fruit perfume.
Your allure is unquestioned
your pedigree secured..

if I had more time, I'd be a fan, a fanatic
for your breathtaking plan
Putting your life in harms way.
you're way out there. heroic...
And, I can't  halp but keep staring.
though, assuredly, you in my life
is not part of anyone's master plan,


I have little of what I want but all that I need
few expectations of what I have left to do.
You've given me ample reasons to be seduced.
Though I sense, I  shouldn't be messin with you
But, without any better things to do
than being enthralled by the conundrum that's you.
I try to look away but can't help myself
I must sneak one more peek
From the corner of my eye
Watchin' your lips move,
 I know it's a lie.

When you try to seduce.
You are famous, renowned, a world shaking sucubus.
really reeling us in.
The perfect vehicle to pluck away real plans of success.
As a showman like you, 
i still await  my fifteen minutes of fame.. 
Go  for whatever I can get too,
To  I demand just as much
for me and mine?,

just a little somethin' somethin
when lookin this fine..
give a good song and dance.
messin with your plans.
Be a grand master,
 rent your gallows,
tie a hot noose.
You've taught me
seven different ways from Sunday
how to cook
a goose.
My love just a loathing
I stand at a distance,
as a fan, fanatic.
So make  your next move
Your grin looks like murder,.
It's all you ever seem to do
Is mess with my circuits
No longer addicted to your poison
Your lusty venom has made my knees weak.
My heart had been beating almost out of my chest.
A sensual narcotic. You're charming, seductive, delicious
all that
I've been flattened by tidal waves of romance..
This heart remains blue as the ocean
Your heart  is salty as the Sea..
I've had to seek help.
Called on divine intervention 
from your tricks and your spells
that keep on messin' with me...

Buddy Bee Anthony

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Re-Edited 12/04//2022 @ 8:21 AM Pacific Standard Time






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