Centerfold


I exist only


In the magazine


Folded on myself.



I am a curve


Far beyond reach.



I am Lolita


In your saliva.



I am decorated


Airbrushed


Naked fantasy.



I am unattainable,


Inaccessible


Unemotional.



No one has


my arched back,


My curved lips


That whispers nothing


But knows everything


In your mind.