Submit your work, meet writers and drop the ads. Become a member
Jan 2019
Her temple,
It's mirror glass,
She worships a reflection.

Her body is my paradise,
No chance of her rejection.

We love ourselves more than the world.
That's why we're so connected.

We are fear and lust and hate and bliss.
Together, sin perfected
This is a sample of my thoughts on vanity.
M. McCrea Jr. 2019
Written by
M McCrea  38/M/Cali
(38/M/Cali)   
116
 
Please log in to view and add comments on poems