She fastened the expectation of tenderness in my eyes, only to reject and refuse my access. She holds back my gaze just long enough to hypnotize my needs, then turns from me with dismissal. She requires that I cling to her bosom, but it is chilled and stiff. I plead to her in need of fondness and compassion, but I am met only with lips shut and words unsaid. Her breath is as the rose who's unfold scents the air. It lingers just above my soul becoming sullen with the stench of betrayal.
-Johnny V.
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