poem Open By Cara Thereon on Monday, April 11, 2016 Beauty is what you conceive it to be Flowers twined around bare thighs A pink tongue peaking out to tease The particular construct of a face Preference plays a peculiar role Am I beautiful? Or am I an artfully constructed lie? How do you see me? Share this: Share on X (Opens in new window) X Share on Facebook (Opens in new window) Facebook Share on Reddit (Opens in new window) Reddit Share on Tumblr (Opens in new window) Tumblr Like this:Like Loading... Previous Post Next Post Related Posts poem Slippery poem Bruise Photos poem writing Slender neck
Aku April 12, 2016 at 3:11 am Reply If I’m honest? Both. Also, for some reason I’m loving the line of the twined flowers! 🙂 Something about it…
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You were artfully constructed.
If I’m honest? Both.
Also, for some reason I’m loving the line of the twined flowers! 🙂 Something about it…