Mannequin

NinjaGirl

Position me how you want I see how it is

Want me to be your perfect silent mannequin

Stay frozen while you do what you want to me

Don't let out a single cry, don't resist a bit

Take control over my body it's all that matters

Nothing more than an empty shell of a human

Skin and bones worth more than anything inside

Perfectly dressed with clothes you can take off

And you slip your hands under them

I am not a person to you, I'm a mannequin.

  • Author: NinjaGirl (Offline Offline)
  • Published: September 23rd, 2024 13:49
  • Category: Unclassified
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  • unknownfemalepoet

    beautiful

  • Cheeky Missy

    I don't think it's mannequin, but rather a far uglier term applied to nonliving items where it wouldn't be half as satisfactory if you weren't so very alive. I don't know how to comfort you.
    Excellently rendered with a biting poignancy and superb details. Thank you for sharing.

  • Dan Williams

    This relationship is in dire need of adjustment. Well said.



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