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In short, I'm infatuated.
At length, I'm possessed
By our witching hour dissertations
Stretching on until we overhear
The creaky call of blackbirds,
The all-too-familiar sound
Of the street sweeper,
And the slumbersome rasp
In our pre-programmed voices.

In short, I'm curious.
At length, I'm compelled
By your verbose vernacular,
The sinuous and undulating
Switchbacked anecdotes,
Meant to ensnare
My erudite acumen,
Consecrated erotica
For sapiosexuals alike.