False Intentions

His place of solace was philandering between the sheets,

little flings with strangers he would meet.

He could never have to expose himself: share,

moments of intense passion, snippets of lust without a care.

He was betraying himself and deceiving them,

never leaving himself vulnerable enough to expose the real Ben.

He knew it was shallow, his behaviour weak,

lying to himself that it was the joy he should seek.


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