The Legacy Of Norma Jean - Poem by Suzanne Hayasaki
Picture me wrapped in a sheet.
Picture my cleavage playing hide and seek
Picture my legs stretched out on the bed.
Picture my curves as I arch and turn.
Picture my tousled curls.
Picture my pouting mouth.
Picture my eyes under heavy lashes
Picture the light as the camera flashes.
Picture yourself as a wolf.
And devour me with your eyes.
Picture yourself as a demon.
And descend on me in the night.
As helpless as a lamb.
As plump as a rabbit.
As scented as jasmine.
As juicy as fruit.
Take in all of me.
And when you are sated.
Lie by my side.
For you are mine.
I am opium.
I am ambrosia.
I am Circe’s Maze.
I am Calypso’s Cave.
I am the bliss
You can only sink
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