Amorous thoughts float in a haze, defying detection .
Semiconscious am I, of my brain I have no control.
Fulfillment enraptured in passionate affection.
It is these hedonistic memories it does extol.
So lost in these daydreams of reality, not bogus.
Closed in the darkest of dreams a living ghost.
They are conjured like magic without hocus pocus.
When I try to use logic they retort with a riposte.
They have come more frequently as I grow older.
With each recollection living this life does is bolder.
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