I’d fuck you

With your boyband looks

Your sinewy neck

Your designer oh so casual yet so manicured beard

Your 20, no 10 years

Younger than me.

Your TV inaccessibility
The untouchability

The ‘lookatmeI’mohsohandsome’ looks

And yet, once the lonely, frankly animal

Urge was over

The thought that I wasn’t actually alone

In thinking you had something

I wanted but by dint of my physicality could never hope to have

I remembered the other you

The one with the not quite

Boyband looks

That are so much more handsome

The looks that are made irrelevant

By the looks you give to me

The care and attention you give so naturally

With the love and tender care you effortlessly give me

I think that the toybandboyband looks

Belonging  to the tabloids

And your poor benighted wife

Who thought you were the one but who

Could not contain you, or, more importantly your ego

And I know that

For now you and I are one

And that, for me, will wait

Until we agree and

Come together once again

And all the false idols

Who cannot even start

To offer me the token of the love you give

To me and my rather tender, delicate

Heart.

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