The Mistress

Within big brown and teary eyes,

There are untold stories, truth and lies.

A beautiful chest, swollen with pride;

Houses a warm heart soaring like a kite.


Long soft hands, holding life tight;

Hide dreams and destiny, in crossed lines.

Strong feet on the ground, walk fast;

In troubled times and joy alike.


But all they see is a body to acquire,

To have and to hold;

For as long as they desire.

Never touching the soul, that captures the fire.


Giving in with every man, every time;

She clamps down her soul, deeper inside.

Never again, she promises herself,

But hope and life, gang up to disappoint.


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