A reflection of me
Enduring temptation
I can only see
Dissatisfaction

The bold eyes scans
Every part of my body
While my expressions tense
To run away from everybody

***** looks, licks my nerves
A burning sensation amidst
Few hands brush my curves
They can't really seem to resist

What are they looking for in me
That makes them drool and melt
How can I not feel and see
What they have actually felt

In a corner, a mirror stands
I step to see, myself pose
Blown lose, curly strands
A hand appeared with a rose...


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