Pull my hair back and lay me back. 

Examine each curve of my body with your eyes

Glaring at me like a prize on the top shelf

Just waiting to be played with.


Concealed behind it's plastic lining as thick as skin

Emotionless from keeping it all in.

Pull back the plastic and let the air in

Touch my thigh and make me feel alive

For these nigths that I'm taken off the shelf

Is when I am truly able to show myself.


Naked and raw like Adam and Eve 

Seeing things how they are truly meant to be seen

But dont call me beautiful when my only use to you

Is a night to seperate knees. 

So put me back on that shelf because I am unable to please. 




I love it ^^ very good job,


Thank you! :)

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