Objectification

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That’s a fine set of tits, baby!
Nice ass, too.

We know the words too well,
The words that define us,
You and me.

We know the sideways glance,
The quick look slanting down.

The wordless, silent conversion
From human being to thing.

It doesn’t stop there.

We buy the clothes, buy the
Idea that our divine spark
Shines too softly, that our
Natural beauty, our shape,
Color, our eyes can be crafted,
Shifted toward some ideal.

That we want to be something
Other than what we truly are:

Beautiful.


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Bill DadaBill Dadaalmost 19 years ago
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I like your definition of beautiful.

Bridget69Bridget69almost 19 years ago
Very true...

how many of us spend our time pursuing ideals and physical modifications without really noticing how we really are.

AnonymousAnonymousalmost 19 years ago
I like

this much better than your other one today. Good read.

Syn

My Erotic TaleMy Erotic Talealmost 19 years ago
hummmm

not sure about this one, I didn';t feel the FLOW <grin>

but I think I was hung in the begining with big breasts <smile>