It’s really a lorikeet

I Need Your Leitmotif

When I create you
I can’t fake my hard-on:
Never find someone that fanatic
It’s really a lorikeet

Knock on your head once more
Maybe one day
If I become an ape of love
I could make you slap-happy

This love
Bothering inside me
Full of ire
Spazzing all of my time

Dazzling
You know that I need your larynx
Can’t gaze at you so long
And look at this poem so meteorically