Who is she?
The girl with the full lips
Daunting hips,
With whom takes your imagination on an endless lusty journey.
She taunts me, licks her lips in
satisfaction at her great prowess,
laughing at my futile attempts to
procure your affections.
Oh she angers me.
For your choice is least resistent to the soft gloves she uses to
manipulate your wanton will.
She's a bitch you know?
Do you care? No.
When you see me
you watch the fly on the wall,
a disgusting atrocity!
Even though you know
Deep down, inside,
I'm all you'll ever need.
It's a fear you'll never hide.
She's a figment of an ideal you will tire of.
She is not blood, she is not bone,
she will not care if you don't come home.
But if one day you choose to love only me,
In my heart you'll find her, where she really wants to be.
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