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.