You certainly conquered
And captured my flag
Whatever you conjured
Has me out of whack
I often have wondered
What you have planned
Why I get so flustered
At the stroke of your hand
I feel like I've been buttered
On me like a dinner biscuit
Whatever you had uttered
My heart has now shifted
Into my chest you punctured
And now I am so addicted
My days are numbered
A mission you have completed
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