The Lie

The compliments flow naturally,

Bubbles from champagne

Caresses are compulsory,

Seductive rules, for a seductive game.

 

Intensities are guidelines, for

When to run and when to stay,

Lies are compulsory,

Only to keep the truth at bay.

 

The visual is audible,

Scents mingle with sound.

Love is the fantasy,

That keeps our feet off the hard ground.

 

Life is imaginary, when we want it to be.

A hard to come by, ecstasy,

To which we’re bound, in which, we’re free…

A bitter sweet kungo, within whose stone, is

almond glee.

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