"I don't want another pretty face."
A palette for make-up
A disguise we wear
The proof that we are human
But it is just a surface
A painted on exterior
An uncontrolled part of existence
"I don't want just anyone to hold."
We are all warm
We all have arms to hold with
Legs to walk with
And a flavored reaction to arousal
We can hug and kiss back
"I don't want my love to go to waste."
The face and the body are shells
Inside there is an essence
A brain, a heart, a soul
The part that connects and attracts
A thing which inspires passion, kindness, fear, respect, adoration, and love
Something aching for its mate
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