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A more mature affair featuring Lisa and Clara, set outdoors with natural green beauty as a backdrop and birds chirping on the soundtrack.
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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.
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.