Like a mirror, reflecting presence
An image easily portrayed by beauty
A soul carrying two faces
One they live, other hidden in darkness
Personality of emotions conflict or self being
Who do we see this day exist
Soul willing to kill or die friend
Or heart do we carry upon chest
Something real and rare felt
Emotions hidden in depths beneath
Mankind, perfection or demon ridden
Who do we say we are that we not
A different person of being than next
You claim be better when you're not
Living same life, same decisions weigh
Til death do we part last breath
That in our own we struggle existence
Trying figure what makes us instead purpose
What is purpose but a dreamers life
One soul thriving to be apart
Obscure from a world of deception illusion
Reflecting soul, costume of many imagery
We can be many things but only ourselves
can one truly be
Reflecting soul giving life in human form
Only being circumstances of themselves
We live portrayed greatest species ever
But do we live our full potential
Or waste it on a worldly being
A delusory pleasure bristled the solitary abator
And the dusky night rides down the sky
An ethereal beauty demoed with her au naturel demeanor
The solitary abator bumps with illusions, thus far realisms high.
Elated with red-hot mysticisms the abator closed his eyes
And mildly felt the zephyr over the mum wispy time
She reposed in her bareness beside his devout envies
The abator fluffed up ca-cacing his limbs to ease with spirit and bine.
An awaited soul perked up with flavour of lust and zeal
And the midnight silence prolonged to be livening with insidiousness
She abreast herself over his frvid spirit of unreal
The abator matte-up bosoming her with barmy tenderness.
The ravenous abator intimated himself in the same state of bareness
And the dark moonless night beamed with perfect ecstacy and elan
She ooohed legalizing the demon-ridden enduringness
The abator held himself with an abrupt spasmodic movement of his organ.
The wonky estrus abator coaxed himself with the pleasure of onanism
And the gentle breeze was felt to soothe the pragmatism
Slowly her au naturel beauty faded, idling the eroticism
Bequeathing the abator's midnight oneirism.
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