Sinful Saint
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Don’t be fooled by the innocent
Smile that’s been glued on
This face, papier-mâchéd with scraps
Of porcelain and love
Poems and kindness
Around a cage of demands
To be pure.
The stitches of moral conviction
Are never as tight as they seem.
If you ask, I may just
Let you unlace the demure gauze
Enveloping my being from the
Voyeurs set on degradation.
Unbutton my propriety
Unzip my manners
Pull off my gentleness
Unhook my shyness
Slide off my restraint
Leave nothing but my
Naked, primal desire.
A writhing body of
Brazen sin and
Uninhibited passion
Plays across the
Slickness of your skin.
Trails of red
Underlining
Moans of satisfaction.
The craving for ecstasy
Is insatiable.
Teasing, pleasing, releasing
Molten fire licking
Up your flushing neck.
Willpower succumbs
To whispered yearnings
And darkest fantasies.
But as you drift in the
Numbing afterglow
I pick up the bits
Of my very carefully
constructed façade
strewn around the room
dress myself in my veneer
of societal expectations.
So don’t you dismiss the
Good girl
That stands before you
Like a parent’s wet dream.
For you have no idea just how
Bad
I can be.