Sweven

Look deeper.

Behind that shiny, burgundy dyed hair

Is a messy bun,

Waiting to be oil-massaged with caressing fingers.

Behind those sexy eyes,

Is an ocean of tears,

Waiting to flood over the dry cheekbones.

Behind those lustful lips,

Is a pale beauty,

Waiting to be touched with love and not lust.

Behind that killer figure,

Is a frail body,

Waiting to be held tight because weakness has taken over it.

And behind that slut,

Is a girl too shy

To say no.