Colors. More radiant than the flowers in the garden
Lovely. They look like the glimpse of heaven
But when I touch them they're imitation
No fragrance, no delicateness...no emotion
You say empty words despite the deepest vocabulary
You talk about love when in fact, it's your virility
You adore my heart but I know you just want my body
Get over it... I'm more than the object of your sexuality
©eugene
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