kiss her, her lips that are more perfectly glossed than mine.
and hold her, her body that is more fit than mine.
want her, she who is prettier than me.

and i will kiss him, his lips that are less chapped than yours.
and i will hold him, his body that is more fit than yours.
and i will want him, he who is more handsome than you.

but at the end of the day, it will still be you and me -
an elaborate game of make-believe
where truth gets lost to the game.