You never see me
For who I am
Black hair loosely pulled away
from my
Colorless, oval face
A crimson pout
Upon parted lips
Innocent.
Delicate.
Like the fine threads of Nagasaki silk-
A Lethal beauty
By cultivated death
My exotic exterior
Leaves a fevered pulse
Between your legs-
A lustful appetite
Immersed in your groin
To be a part of me
But when I go to speak
You shush me…
One beefy finger
Pressed upon my mouth
I wish to gnaw at you
As mute swan
To an invader
Of its sacred territory
A sorrow bellows within me
As I look into eyes
That see me
But only
skin deep...
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