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Infatuation
They hear one another’s name.
Their glands seem to be calling.
Every time, it’s the same.
Down they go, they’re falling.
When together they remember
How presence fills with essence
The inextinguishable orange ember
Fervently ignited by each of the senses.
When the excited eyes see, they glitter.
When the nose smells, it reminisces.
When the fingers touch, memories are bitter.
Delicious kisses the lips misses.
They know trying twice is enough.
They’re aware thrice will do harm.
Still unexplainable, it’s hard, rough.
They’re rendered by magnetic charm.
They flirt with their motions.
They don’t speak; it’s their actions.
It must be the love potion.
Cause for occasional attraction.
They know not to confuse with love.
She knows it’s infatuation.
Probably pleasure, desire, lust
All due to strong temptation.
Infatuations... No one loves them more than I;) A very good poem you have here; I like the rhyme scheme you use... And the wicked temptations of course.