Love Poem: I was Casanova
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Written by: James Swartz

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