I was Casanova
The look in her eyes gave me
permission to continue my
sultry attack on her sexy psyche
I filed down her feminine defense
stroking her hair and the ego there
with her muted moan I knew I could go on
Lunging and plunging my feelings
kept in a floral and phallic fashion
past her skin like a seductive séance
Such was reality in my mind
convincing myself I was Casanova
confirmed by her this idea I kept
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