Nibbling
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When ugliness and beauty meet in shape
Of flesh, the one attempts to reach with charm,
A smile of wishful lips, a touch like crepe
Of silk, a promise far away from harm . . .
And beauty of the flawless skin and eyes
Responds, or doesn’t. Beauty speaks a sound
And nothing more and maybe moves her thighs
Away. Perhaps she moves her hips around
In meaningful adjustment. Ugliness
Does not lose hope. He knows that he can try
Again, again, again and splendid smugliness
Just might give in to love and haunting guy.
Of course she’ll still believe that he is plain
But yet she feels resistance start to wane.
~ Phillip Whidden