Fatal attraction
An intense infatuation that cannot be explained
I am motionless as he stares at me with envy
A thirst of lust gravitates him
This frame protects me, yet I’m vulnerable to his tactics
Is it my skin?
Is it my hair?
Is it my posture?
Why such a glare?
His eyes are magnetic, yet I still try to repel
Every day he speaks to me in his lustily hymn
“Fell in love through photographs I hope to see you one day.”
His only wish, yet I cannot grant
I am only an object, a fantasy created by the mind
Maybe someday, he’ll learn that the image before him is a lie
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