The look...
Let me interest you,
Tickle your fancy,
Grab your attention,
Your eyes are on me.
The smell...
Let me serenade you,
Invade your senses,
Catch your notice,
You on me.
The taste...
Let me let you
Taste, lick, bite
Your fingers, lips,
When you are done.
The magic...
Let me be your ruin,
Hold you captive
Imprison you between my ~thighs~ thoughts,
As you come undone.
The touch...
Let me bear your runes,
On my ~skin~ person,
The ghost of your name,
On my lips like a chant.
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Mirror, mirror
Mirror mirror I once asked you, who was the fairest in the land? You scoffed and spat 'not you,' at me. You looked me in eye and told me I wasn't good enough I had boobs like that of a cherry And a body like that of a tree, Shapeless and deformed, not at all beautiful.
By Oladayo Rachael2 years ago in Poets
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Excellent piece