New sensation starting to settle;
I see your eyes, your lip, tremble.
Wondering whether I’ll offer it up?
Burn me with eyes screaming ‘let’s fuck!’.
‘Let’s fuck’ whether I want it or not;
Whether it’s action or thought:
You’re hot so I’ll plot
And I’ll undress and wonder
What cost must be paid,
For your body to plunder.
You’re not leaving the house,
Looking like that.
Cover up. Tone it down;
Don’t draw attention,
Unless you’re fearless
Of fearful tension.
Bolstered ego boulders me though;
Daily watch it swell and grow.
Feel so pretty, feel so hot,
And feel the poison as it rots
Inside; convicted composure
Once imprisoned exposure:
Bars of banality bonded
And stretched over
Naked flesh on display,
Keeping grasping hands at bay.
I can’t leave the house,
Looking like this.
That doesn’t match.
Show off. Stand out more.
Draw more attention,
You look like a whore
Peacock and pout,
I’m going out.
that was a roller coaster and i loved it
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Thank you so much!
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