liar

do not dare touch

this sacred nakedness,

you know, I’d rather be mated

fully clothed with a heart

than lay with lies

in your eyes

do not lie.

 

foolish

don’t think I am blind

the edges of this body

feed fantasies you never had.

yet…..

I loathe the fact

that mating after all

is not a question of the heart

but a primal task

of forced sperm

fool me not.

 

This is s free verse giving in to the stirrings of imagination on the theme of deception. Minimum capitalization and punctuation. Rhymes if any, are incidental.  I believe deception is a sly fox that breeds too, in the bedroom. Thanks Google images for the picture used in this piece.