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 subtle 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 tiny difference You're very 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 only the promise of a kiss.