Let her be a fake

I know that her hair is a wig;
I know that her smile is a fake one;
I know that she is in make up
Yet I get aroused by her.
She pretends love
That I know and that still lures me.
Be she a whore,
I will not care
If she meets my lust.
25.07.2008

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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