I'll Never Tell
Hands so small,
How is it that they can caress a man so perfectly?
A bottom lip so welcoming,
How does it keep him wanting more?
Her body fits into his perfectly
As if every curve,
Every ligament,
Every part of her being,
was created just for his pleasure.
The way her hair falls against his cheek,
He can’t help but take hold.
She is something he never encountered before.
A smile so inviting,
He needs to be the reason it spreads across her pale face.
He can tell as many empty lies,
But there’s no running from what lays inside a hollow heart,
She changed him.
His lust became destructive,
Repulsive,
and his desire to be loved was lost.
It had to be her.
She was everything, yet pointless.
Endearing, yet catastrophic.
Her absence left a void,
One that he’s tried to fill.
So he’ll deny it every morning,
and he’ll discourage his heart and what it feels every night.
Yet no matter how hard he tries,
His desire will always remind him
That she was, is, and always will be,
His Muse.
