Beacon for the broken

Do you think I am unaware of the power of my femininity?

that I am unaware that strangers seek my warmth, and wish to reside within and watch me burn like a beacon for the broken…

As deadly as lightening,

slow thunder

rumbling,

…a warning beneath these sheets

draw them in laced legs

every detail my presence… a dance

the curves of my lips an invitation

holding secrets and answers

all riddles

my body engaged, my mind still my own,

you were the only one who ever…

you were the only one who looked past this ash and bone…

 

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