Perfection

Perfection

is what we bought,

a strong jaw line,

muscles taut.

Hair that hides

no receding line,

sparkling truth

from teeth and tongue.

 

Body unblemished

from flesh to heart,

image of Adonis,

set apart;.

or a Goddess

with strands of gold,

eyes of passion

that take a hold.

 

Skin clear fresh

as newborn snow,

no mis-shapen thighs

of life’s toll.

Breasts pert

to perfect sky,

lips as red

as Holy wine.

 

So it spills

over the real,

family jobs,

where relationships

are sealed.

Perfection is taught,

truth comes

when imperfection

is bought.

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