I lust...
For her body
More
Than her beauty
At times
I could care less
What she looks like
I just want
To indulge myself
In her
Over and over
Until my selfish cup
Runs over
Some would call it
Gluttony
I call it...
Getting mine
I dare not share her
Not even with
Herself
I'm greedy, none the less
So sue me
Too proud to tell her
That I love her
I mean
I really do
I guess...
At times I resent her
For being so beautiful
And having beautiful thing
With my envious mind
That idles at times
And I wonder...
Where she is
Who she's with
And where she's going
Often times, evoking
Anger and rage
From the depths
Of my spirit
Unleashing my wrath
Upon her
Even when
She doesn't deserve it
She tells me
She loves me
All the time
But I brush it off
Indifferent...
With a slothful soul
I only want
Her body
Her beauty
And everything else
Is secondary.
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