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Feb 2015
hair
        brown,long,straight
eyes
        blue,deep,blue
face­
        features defined,nothing she can hide,
body
         features defined,nothing she can hide,
                                  nothing she can hide,
                                  nothing she can hide,
body,                         nothing she can hide,
oh my god                                she’s ****.
                                      completely naked.
jesus christ her ****

****
sculpted so perfectly,pale peach raindrops   that     had    f
from the heavens dotted with the slightest hues of pinks  a
eyes                                                    ­                            l
     my eyes                                                             ­     l
            scroll d                                                               e
                     o                                                              n
­                     w
                      n
“can i look f u  r    t     h     e       r?”                                     her head nods
                                                            ­                        (does my mind deceive me?)
my eyes
      scroll like the wheel on a mouse
stomach
              my eyes touch her
stomach
              my sight touches her
stomach
          I
c                  an’t
u                nderstand
  r              eality,
  v          ­   erging
e                ver so closer,
d        o          i continue?
now I must think.
What is this ******
  this women
  but only an object
an object to my ****** fantasies
  no it cannot be!
I will not let this idea of objectivity be the end of
me
women are not objects
    never will be objects
               but if objects are not women,
is this reality of the girl that i see
only fantasy?
well will you look at me,
i’m not pretty,
i’m         ugly.
so the girl that i see
probably wouldn't ever,
                            never
take her clothes off for me
maybe
maybe
maybe
we were never supposed to want women
for they do not like what is ugly
                                              and ugly is me
(how can i see?)
i just want to love
i only want to love
           let me love
let me see please oh
                                  this body
this beautiful dream I see
    (it’s not real)
       (never real)
this love is only
                      may always be
a fantasy
Sam Stone Grenier
Written by
Sam Stone Grenier  25/M/Wisconsin
(25/M/Wisconsin)   
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   Brianne
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