tagIllustrated PoetrySeeing Myself

Seeing Myself


She’s beautiful
dark eyed, with long lashes
passion in every feature
sex written on her face
in her movements
sliding through her body
built for sex
built to be wild and rough
not demure
but teasing
pale skin like cream
little bow-shaped lips
ready for kisses
ready for moaning
hair that flows
long and sultry, so dark
so elusive
put your hands in it
pull her to you
hold her close
as eyes close in ecstacy

how can I see this?
See it, taste it, touch it,
KNOW it...
And still not be able to see myself.

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