- Erotic Poetry
- The weakness
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I'm not sure you realise what you do,
To us, the ones with red marks painted on knees-
Purple inner thighs and grazed wrists.
We love this, because it comes from your hand,
Your first word can make or break one heart-
And in this power, we tell ourselves;
Your love resides.
Waiting all day is nothing and the pain,
I assure you I like, feels like dying-
But only of my body which I pledged to your moods.
We're never enough it seems, any day,
Bcause we see you as a world within a world-
Diorama perceptions of your dissasociative gaze;
We're attention's whores.
Lying beneath a thousand other feet,
For that one moment of your time and two simplistic words-
We're good girls in cold metal and latex for show.
Everyone's desire for what you alone hold,
Once made narcissism's reins hold-
Now their faces wanting us are blank, meaningless;
We are what your eye decides.
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