fries my brain, like an electric shock,
straight into my pelvic vein.
His voice tramples what I thought to be sane.
my sense of self, lost in new terrain.
this heart of mine, his domain.
this rush of blood, worse than nicotine and cocaine,
I am beyond my usual shame,
I see only him, and in my loss,
I sense his gain.
You baffle me.
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