This is not love.
Gaze with eyes closed.
This familiar impulse, removing clothes.
A fantasy, built on hypocrisy.
Selling dreams, or so it seems.
Light connects but desire is unclean.
Objectify.
Idolize.
Flesh and mind, intertwined.
Pride.
Delusion.
This ecstasy isn't pure, the high is an illusion.
Stay my hand.
In this place of wanting.
Loosen grip on that pretty little thing.
For as long as I gaze, my heart will say.
This is not love.
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