Gentle words had been my weapons
careful openness, and fragile honesty
had gradually begun to slowly win him over
and somehow had lured him here
Despite my obvious display of defect
my miserable frailty
of which I never made a secret
I disarmed him with my sincerity
that never waned, despite the laughter
of public insult, ridicule
not even when confessing meant
turning myself into a wretched fool
Some men are like chocolate,
but most of them are like shit
and if you don't have the experience to spot that tiny difference
you're likely to fall for all of it
In secret on those
rare occasions
when no living soul was near
no eyes, no ears
no other people
were around to see or hear
so there was no danger of some chance intruder
to doubt his manliness and strength
then suddenly his words grew gentler,
and his gestures slightly changed
He did not seem to mind my presence at all
came even closer of his own accord
yet still he veiled
each subtile revelation
in rough-cut gowns of what we call 'the accidental touch'
Some men can truly be like chocolate,
but most of them are more like shit
and if you don't have the experience to spot that subtle difference
you're likely to fall for all of it
Some men are like chocolate,
but most of them are like shit
and if you don't have the experience to spot that subtle difference
you're likely to fall for
the mere promise of a kiss

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