Unbecoming

a Poem

Girls lurk to be pretty,
and ugly, in a beautiful sort of way.

The way hair flows backwards.
and skin becomes withered, 
under natural light.

Hands plead in.
An erotic sort of way.

The way hips 			split apart, and
remain subtle, 			birthing twins.
and the men 			        go out to play. 

Oil Painting: by, Corina Monoran

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