You see her with eyes filled with starvation

Starvation for her body not for her beautiful soul

The beautiful soul of which you ignore

For she is nothing but a meal in your eyes

Your lustful hands touch her sacred body

Telling ya’ homeboys “Yeah this right here is mine”

Grasping tightly onto what never pertained to you

For she is nothing but a meal in your eyes.

You’re desperate for her approval to enter her temple

Her temple that she loves and conserves

Conserving for the man that fulfills her spiritual needs

Though you want her to fulfill your needs of starvation

For she is nothing but a meal in your eyes.

Your eyes see her as a meal while she is a flower

She is as beautiful and sensitive as a rose

A rose without thorns is what she was

Until your thorn filled hands met with her beautiful stem

The stem in which you caressed with such lust and not love

You watered her with sexual desires

Making her petals wither and fall

Selfishly consuming her beautiful soul

For she was always just a meal in your eyes.

Once you are no longer hungry you see the end results

Only to see you maltreated and malnourished the once beautiful rose

You ask yourself “How could this have happened?”

Well let me tell you how,

She was nothing but a meal in your eyes.