His desire is like thorns in his heart
he yearns for her, this virginal harlot
an intellectual witch out to seduce
However all of this is a reflection
a mirror-image of himself and his wishes
this is not as she is, only as he wants her
His fervour goes unnoticed by her
he dreams and plans in torment
what he sees is her sensuality beckoning
in reality this is his own desires, not hers
her skin like fluid peaches, like velvet
her eyes, mysterious and languid
not to speak of her bosom, legs and hips
to him all of this is her, her very personality
had she spoken she wouldn't be heard
a projection distorts the object
the woman he loves never existed
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