Love is the oldest lie

smooth and bare
she watched from the sofa
his eyes watching her
with desire to possess
her kiss leaning over the sofa
he is impaled by his own need
to take what she protects
while she blames herself
and he blames her beauty
for love is the oldest lie,
older than sin

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