They Tell Me I'm Sultry

April 12, 2017
By Anonymous

My chin, sculpted, bronzed by the sun,

My lips, lush, paradise pink,

My shoulders, blue, styling skin-deep,

eyes hazel, speckled in a green hue,

hair, rugged, in curl warfare,

cheeks, lost in a liquid glaze, 

brought on by my own teary haze,

They tell me I'm sultry, a wanton, a flirt,

oh to be treated as more than dirt,

I wish to not be caught in a wistful gaze,

but instead, live in my own euphoric blush,

maybe one of a lust-less crush 

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