By Van Lam Nguyen.
|Vincent is the object of my
In him I find a magnet for my dreams.
No one else so fits my fantasy,
Calling to the paramour in me,
Evoking the dark lust that in me gleams.
No other man can so my senses move,
Though little else is ever as it seems.
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