there lies the human body- all futile, all worthless, all flesh
the season of lovemaking is over- now look at the unshapely wax
these are the legs that had adorned your waist in blatant embrace
now look- they pretend to lie so limp as if devoured by polio
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A serious subject as to 'LOVE' / 'PASSION'/ 'HABIT' interesting call to read it back over and over again :)
there is magic in words and ur poem proves it its marvellous..some line close to heavenly