The way Lisa makes love to womens' bum-holes. Using her lips and tongue to love that most erotic and erogenous and beautiful part of a woman's body. She's so damn elegant and feminine. I love her.
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Paint Me a Picture:
When you look at me, what do you see? The ographer paints you a picture: My , bare for your delight My legs, spread wide to show I'm willing My , held open for your pleasure My anus, lubed and ready My mouth, painted red, lips parted slightly, Teasing Just waiting, all waiting, To be fulfilled, to serve you, To serve your .
Do you think you see the whole me? (And I don't mean in the close ups) Or do you just see the 'holes' in me? He shows you my insides - the physical But he doesn't want you to see my real insides: That's hidden Painted out.
Let me paint you another picture.
I am a human being Who had hopes and dreams With family, a history, Who feels and thinks and eats and sleeps and s Like any other.
Maybe you don't know me But you can't afford to stay detached. If I were your sister or your mother Would you treat me the same? Could you treat me the same? How would you feel knowing other men made money from me Made judgments on me Put a price on me? That other men buy my body and wank over me Perhaps that man in the street Or that one?
I live with that every day.
Let me paint you a picture A snapshot of my world A day in my life Unedited
Beneath the heavy makeup Are dark circles around my eyes. I don't sleep well at night Knowing what lies ahead - Another day undressing and posing and pouting and acting like I like this want this am this On my hands and knees Exposed Degraded As these men instruct me Direct me Push me To ever more explicit, painful things.
Dignity Humanity Self respect Long gone
The drink and The desperate need for cash For a fix Which traps me there My self loathing and the man who fuels it Who beat me and d me and sold me and sold that picture of myself to me: A nothing A set of holes A stupid bitch Who belongs here and deserves nothing more than your laughter your contempt your body fluids
Unpalatable truths have no place in the picture you choose to see.
They are my picture My reason for being here Always present But concealed from you so easily With your complicity Beneath the makeup Beneath the smile.
I see you, laughing at me or commenting on my body and wanking over me There trapped in my two dimensional existence You with your talk of rights and choices! But do you see me? Will you see me? I will you to see me The whole picture And buy into his picture The ographer's picture no more.