My skin,

an unblank

caramel canvas

of art work that

spew meanings of

me.

My hips,

curved more than

craters in the moon

sway so you can’t

look away.

My hair,

coily tendrils of

chaos and freedom

reign wild against the

back of my neck.

My eyes,

lust-filled dark

cat-like chocolates

that caresses you

with a gaze.

My clothes,

cloth bindings

stripped and removed

to now bare me to you

exposed.

 

Image: from Grim Angel

 

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