Empty Love

Beautiful curves for all to see,
goddesses aloft and gently gliding.
Freely defying insecurity.
They are the objects of affection.

The source of attraction,
friends among strangers,
lovers of statesmen,
queens of illusion.

Manipulators of delusion,
they seek me out.
With a kind gaze and sparkling eyes.

"Beauty approaches!" warns my mind...
But my body has already chosen.
Succumbed to confusion yet strangely awoken,
it has left all sense of self behind.

Empty love is an easy find.