Stefanie Fontker - Birthmark

She came from the ground,
That beautiful woman!
Made from mud and soil
Lying to you, lying alone
Her body relaxed,
Her femininity exposed
Poked and prodded
Stroked and caressed
She does not know
Which hurts the least
Born again fools
You created her
Won't you at least
Give her a home
Lips puckered,
Touching herself,
The birthmark
Of the fairer sex
Her skirt is pushed
Far up beyond her waist
You sigh when she flinches
At the sight of your soiled hand
You think she's asking for it
She thinks you're just taking it

Stefanie Fontker

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