Watch,
I can be prettier than those girls you saw.
I promise,
no coarse yellow skin
after the opaque whites
I put on,
my sex
will not show through
my rippling gowns.
Pull open
my eyes,
if you don’t like them almond-shaped
they can be big and feline
in time.
And my deep voice
I’ll let you muffle,
just imagine one that fits
with these lips,
painted
small and quiet enough
for you to kiss.
Even my stubborn cheek bones
I will try to hide
in the shadows of my laced parasol,
if you are afraid to get too close
just close your eyes
and you can
touch me
like a geisha
and more.
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