I have crafted myself the 'Idge'
Idiot-Genious
On the edge of either
But really close to neither
A drolly of a savant
Oblivious to your taunts
I know your inner secrets
And tasted your private moments
I know exactly what you want
The Idge on the fringe
A bridge over flowing currents
I follow you home
I watch you undress
Your hair is a mess
Our delicate lives intertwined
You and I
Your mind's like a mad poem
I am brute logic and blood lust
Our magick mixes, as I imagined
A flood of adrenaline
I am quikened
The Idge is swinging
Like a pendulum
On the edge, so sharp
The time is right
Your belly's ripe
My hunger insatiable
It's time to dine
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