His desire is like alighted nails in his heart
he yearns for her, so very lovely
a virginal harlot, an intellectual witch
all of this is as he sees her, not as she is
His fervour is unnoticed by her
he dreams and plans in torment
what he feels is her sensuality beckoning
in reality this is his own desires, not hers
her skin like fluid of peaches, like velvet
her eyes, mysterious and languid
to him all of this is her, her very personality
had she spoken she wouldn't be heard
a projection of desire distorts the object
the woman he desires never existed
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