it's not my body is it?
he loves me for my soul too, right?
my soul is enough for him to love too, right?
oh,
but darling,
it's not your soul he's aching for...
is it.
it's not your soul he loves.
he loves the size of your breasts against his chest.
he loves grabbing your ass every chance he gets.
your body,
so perfect for him to control in bed.
he's attached to your body, my poor girl.
he praises you for it,
every time he touches it,
stroking it.
he loves the shape of your lips,
aligning so perfectly along his own and the rest of his limbs.
he loves biting your ear.
he loves leaving his mark against your skin,
yet he won't leave his mark for you in front of others.
instead, it seems as though he forgot...
he forgot,
how attached to your body he genuinely is.
I'm sorry to admit the truth...
but darling,
he doesn't love your soul.
he loves everything about your body,
but he fails to see your perfections within your soul.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
