a bulk of tears eyelashes collide unto her star
glazed the sun has dimmed
to mutation of syncopated rhythms
click down
press the x sideways
if it was only that easy to reaffirm
her intuition
to acknowledge her influence
is not a realized obstacle course
entrance of what the standard should be
trekked with a handful of footprints
only ten have walked this route
according to them
only few have been so articulate
and educated to journey through
this
what they like to call their daily jog
how she glows when the sun reflects her face
what she resembles when the glass becomes foggy
with the drop of a cloth
seen is her unfurled skin
which is not favored
rather accentuated
so
accentuate her bust so it may
burst forth into their eyes
innocence evolved into sensuality
difficult to dislodge the idea
of sex from her figure
effortless to grab her midsection
face forward
metamorphosing from an occasional stare
to a systematic routine
to look to her only for pleasure
of lust
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We live to create.
We live to love.
We live to live.
