He got lost in her body,
Swimming in fragrant hair that lay with chocolate symmetry.
He explored her mountains and valleys,
gently pondering every inch.
She cast out her scented lure,
he dove like a hungry hawk.
The hook was seated and off she went,
wrapping his heart in lies.
Her heart was a stamp she shared readily,
a discriminating eye watched not.
Blinded by burgundy lust,
she never failed to let him down.
She danced down an intermittent path,
with purple pretenses in her wake.
Claiming her spirit free,
she often danced blind and naked.
He sold his soul and donated his limbs,
eager to show he was true.
But often times she wasn't there,
consumed with vanity.
A young man shattered just past the skin,
an implosion nobody sees.
Awoke to find he'd wasted time,
and lost friends along the way.
Broke down deep like San Andreas,
his facade was had long since cracked.
Only time for a one last resort,
a pistol and final sleep.
Was it the quest for love or simple lust,
that drove him to the edge?
Nobody can tell a dead man heart,
Safe to say he died with it open.
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