She lies,
reclining
Sensually to
one side
No gaunt
glances from
This fleshy
model -
No mass-media
hype
Or anorexic
analogies
Rather, great
Voluptuous
scarlet
Hips and thighs
thrust out
Quilted with
golden buttons.
She wears a
dainty, starry
Wreath about
her head,
Laurels of a
distinguished past.
Inside, her
delicate
Fine flesh
Pink, inviting
Welcomes the
prodding tongue
Opening up her
fine
Moist secrets.
The loss of
innocence
She captivates
the imagination
She captures
your soul.
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