Swirling smoke,
Black, gray, purple,
Dancing all around me,
Filling my nostrils,
Slowly,
Seeping into me....

Soon, the dark will
Overtake my senses,
Passion will
Ignite my being,
And I will be lost
In moments of
Forbidden things,
Things that beg to
Be displayed,
But have to remain
Beneath
The pretty, clean
Exterior.

Shallow? Me?
Never. Ha!

I want a man
With a beautiful mouth,
Beautiful face,
Beautiful mind....
I want.
I want.
Always left
Wanting more, because
Nothing satisfies.

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