Feast & Famine

She wore love like a perfume
Delicately dabbed about
Accentuating
Punctuating her curves
Hidden places
As she looked to he
Who presented his masculinity
A trophy polished one too many times
Dimming her reflection
In the abrasive scratches
Of his pomp and circumstance;
She wore desperation like a sweat
A slippery adhesive
That would no sooner break when bound
To kisses and passionate strokes
Of her hypocritical web
Which drew him in
One smile at a time
Leaving me to wonder
Who would devour who
In this precarious waltz
Of feast and famine...
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