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She wears it like a mask
Each time she comes to him,
A shroud to cloud his eyes,
A veil he cannot see.
But her mask is just a ruse,
An aspect of her game.
It hides the girl behind
The fiction of her name.
That name is but a symbol
Of the role she plays for him,
A promise unfulfilled,
A hope of what could be.
Removing all between them,
Clothed only in her name,
Her touch is his illusion,
Setting heart and loin aflame.
A mirage within a dream,
A ghost of fragile youth,
She is fantasy. And fire.
And beauty born of truth.
Her name is but a name,
A symbol, just a mask -
Concealing what he sees,
Revealing what he asks.
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Posted by bellaboobaby on 2008-01-31 19:52:32 | Rating: | Views: 55
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