Feel me
Whole, one

A Glued together masterpiece
Of makeup, nails and chewing gum
Lying out of my finger tips
Of what I am
A primordial being
Until the shaved legs, eyelashes and push up bra’s
Take over our intents
Is Beauty trimmed, weighed, plucked and, filed down?
How about repressed,
With an airy scent of ***** shots.
Holding, touching, unfolding; beloved.
Regret of early morning, to leave with the rising sun