You are too beautiful for me.
I ache at the sight of you.
I groan at the thought of you.
I quake
At every move you make.
I am sore
To the core
When you walk
Through my door
with those big brown eyes,
Those firm, strong thighs,
Your hot, sultry sighs
Bring me to tears,
Arouse my fears.
I am weak
In the presence of your sleek,
Trim body.
Oh, please,
Set me free
From this purgatory.
Hello?
What's this
I espy
On your outer right thigh?
A huge warty mole lying there
With a tuft of bristly black hair
At last!
A flaw.
I will close the door
And invite you inside
Now I don't need to hide
My uglier side.
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No-one is perfect.... we all have our flaws. Introspective. Meaningful. Well written piece.