Heightened desires and lovely thoughts...
...permeate the minds of those you've caught.
Entrapped by beauty and exciteful feeling...
...within a cage, with pulses reeling.
Erratic rates causing a machine's haywire...
...unread by tests which can't read desire.
A sickness incurable no matter your schooling...
...only your touch can cause this fever's cooling.
A friendly touch, a warm embrace...
...or your glittering eyes within that beautiful face.
A loss of control within your presence...
...around your royalty I am simply a peasant.
I succumb and become your willing prisoner...
...hoping, one day, you would be my visitor.
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