By Lady Jira

Fie this fever burning my brow,
No thoughts converging, even now.

You are the source, the cause, the cure,
Divine delight, tempestuous lure,

The endless aching need in me,
The only one who sets me free,

In hope I heed your benediction.
I am your drug, your one addiction.

Itertwined in one another,
Fueling the fire we feed eachother.


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