I stand before the mirror
Small breasts still firm
Rubbing my hands over my
Baby scarred belly
Touching each thigh dimple
Turning sideways
Catching a glimpse of myself
Many years ago.
Standing there
With naked face
Void of powder
eyeliner
and mascara
And for the first time in my 49 years
I line my lips with ruby red lipstick,
Close my eyes.
Run my tongue between my teeth
And red lips
And wonder
If you were to see me now
Would you still desire me?
Debra Parrish
3/12/05
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Reviewed by Andy Turner (Reader)
Reviewed on March 13, 2005
Well show a pic of the firm b****s, and we can tell you...
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