With each and every move,
Using all conceivable tools in sight
You made me into the fool.
To your hunger, I’m but food.
A carnal boon left with nowhere to hide,
With each and every move.
With a figure divine and cool,
Legs brushing casually against mine,
You made me into the fool.
All the while, using you ruse,
Predatory smile, stirring me inside
With each and every move.
Like Goliath, beaten too soon
I played a chess game, lost, mated by night
You made me into the fool.
For my soul’s honor, in vain, I fight
My body, a trophy, you claim by right
With each and every move,
You made me into the fool!
Ronberge (anno primo)
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