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A disappearing act under the male gaze.

By Emma Clark-NorrisPublished 6 months ago 1 min read
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Photo by Milada Vigerova on Unsplash

Leave a hairbrush in your handbag, you never know when you'll need to touch up.

Leave them wanting more, with a fragrance that lingers like phosphorescent embers.

Leave your makeup on, until their slumber signals safety for surrender.

Leave your lipstick until last, for the perfect finish.

Leave a little to the imagination.

Leave them, before they leave you.

Leave.

Sonnet

About the Creator

Emma Clark-Norris

Tragic thought daughter & founder of Progress Magazine.

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