Gentle words, had been my weapons
careful openness and fragile honesty
had gradually begun to slowly win him over ...
-
and somehow had lured him here.
Despite my obvious display of defect
my miserable frailty,
of which I never made a
secret
I disarmed him with my sincerity
that never waned, despite the laughter
of public insult, ridicule
not even when
confessing meant
turning myself into a wretched fool.
Some men are like chocolate
but most of them are like s**t
and if
you don't have the experience
to spot that tiny difference
you're likely to fall for all of it.
In secret, on those rare
occasions
when no living soul was near,
no eyes, no ears, no other people
were around to see or hear
so there was no danger of
some chance intruder
to doubt his manliness and strength ... -
then suddenly his words grew gentler. and his gestures slightly
changed.
He did not seem to mind my presence at all
came even closer of his own accord,
yet still he veiled each subtle
revelation
in rough-cut gowns of what we call
the "ACCIDENTAL TOUCH"
Some men can truly be like chocolate
but most of them
are more like s**t,
and if you don't have the experience
to spot that tiny difference
you're very likely to fall for all of
it
Alas, some men are like chocolate
but most of them are like s**t
and if you don't have the experience
to spot that
subtle difference
you're likely to fall
for only the promise of a kiss.
