Working Against Itself Poem by Red Brist

Working Against Itself



Watch me
Want me
Touch me
Feel me
The outside is all you will see
All that manners
Pushed to become sexy
Beautiful
The best
I work for you
Your pleasure
Does it satisfy?
Let me tease you
It's MY body
I'm your puppet
Are you aroused?
Yes!

I'm empty

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