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A new introspection incited within this body of mine, When he left early that one morning; As I lay naked in the bed, Wrapped within the white sheets A gut-wrenching feeling irritated me. Whenever I saw the bed sheet so tightly enveloping the bed, It seemed as if the bed and the sheet were soul mates, For they never separated from each other This perennial intimacy was something I couldn't get, Because what I did, And what time made me do, Was sit in the lap of a stranger every night, And show him fallacious pleasure. Every day, new people, new demands and new currencies But that one morning was different, As I got out of the bed, I looked at the mirror, The reflection of my **** body fascinated me, Unlike most days, when I used to callously judge my body, For the natural flaws that hid my smooth pale white skin, That morning was different. I kept staring my body for hours and hours, It made me daydreamy, It made me feel as if contentment finally knocked my doors, I felt beautiful, I felt strong, And, and I felt perfect. That one day, I could see Aphrodite smiling, Pandora breathing, And Athena pondering, It was my body A harlot’s body, There was no regret, Just delight. Just delight.
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
Self-Image of The Woman
A new introspection incited within this body of mine, When he left early that one morning; As I lay naked in the bed, Wrapped within the white sheets A gut-wrenching feeling irritated me. Whenever I saw the bed sheet so tightly enveloping the bed, It seemed as if the bed and the sheet were soul mates, For they never separated from each other This perennial intimacy was something I couldn't get, Because what I did, And what time made me do, Was sit in the lap of a stranger every night, And show him fallacious pleasure. Every day, new people, new demands and new currencies But that one morning was different, As I got out of the bed, I looked at the mirror, The reflection of my **** body fascinated me, Unlike most days, when I used to callously judge my body, For the natural flaws that hid my smooth pale white skin, That morning was different. I kept staring my body for hours and hours, It made me daydreamy, It made me feel as if contentment finally knocked my doors, I felt beautiful, I felt strong, And, and I felt perfect. That one day, I could see Aphrodite smiling, Pandora breathing, And Athena pondering, It was my body A harlot’s body, There was no regret, Just delight. Just delight.
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Aug 26, 2014
Aug 26, 2014 at 12:11 PM UTC
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