A love poem

Damn. She knows what she does to me but she does it anyway.
She knows I am so in love with her that it is intoxicating.
I get drunk looking into her eyes, watching her lips move when she talks or at the sound of her quite evil laugh.
Damn. She knows what she does to me but she does it anyway.
She teases me with her beauty, lures me in with her wisdom but angers me with her stupidity.
Jealousy builds within us both when we are apart.
Damn. She knows what she does to me but she does it anyway.
She whips me up into a fury of passion. Takes me to the brink of ecstasy,  then leaves me there as she goes to another.
I hate when she is late, wish she was always with me,  but get scared of the thought that one day it may just happen.
Damn. She knows what she does to me but she does it anyway.

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