Faces

You’d get lost in her eyes,

pools of honey abound

the curve in her mouth

perfectly ready for touch

pleasure

But then,
There!

Innocence she tries to hide

Still a child inside

Unwilling to share you,
my treasure

but now he’s paralyzed,
hypnotized

Gaping at a face he’d come to memorize,
characterize
recall again and again

And still he forgets-

She’s soft, tender

fragile

No matter the faces he thinks he sees

This one

he hasn’t learned yet.

 

 

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