I approach, you welcome.
I ask, you answer.
I do you favors, you get easier to grasp.
I gather stuff, you fashion it on yourself.
I support, you excite.
I get pleasure, you get security.
You get pleasure from my security
I get security from your pleasure.
What fills you inside- is it the same as what I give out?
Are both our desires feeding each other?
For our love should be like a fountainhead emanating from the same source.
Rather we find ourselves outside of each other's gaze.
Our joy is artificial, coming from illusions of togetherness.
Now we know this, so what?
Imperfection is our pride- it gets us through the day without dreaming too much...
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