Your Figurine
She was your figurine
With smooth chestnut skin
And a smile that always bowed up to you
She was your figurine
A precious possession to fondle and show.
To say “look, isn’t she beautiful, isn’t she perfect, exactly what I’ve always wanted”.
She was your figurine
And you held her close and tight
Sometimes at night you would reach out
To feel that smoothness beneath your hand
And you would be reassured that she was still there and she was still yours
She was your figurine
And you loved her
But when porcelain turned to flesh
She lost perfection so you had to break her
But blows can only make her bleed
And flesh wounds heal
She will not shatter.
January 2nd, 2008 at 2:41 pm
Jezus Chrizt! You’re talking about every relationship I’ve practically been in. Men really can be pigs at times. Just ask any Humiliatrix. She will have the scoop.
I think I need to go kick some man-ass now. You got me all revved up.
Happy New Year, baby cakes.
xo, Angela
January 3rd, 2008 at 9:41 am
Well, I apologize for getting you all revved up but I have to admit I would love to see what happens to the poor bloke on the receiving end of some revved-up-Angela ;).
January 19th, 2008 at 7:55 pm
This is amazing - and I feel every word og it.
January 28th, 2008 at 11:23 pm
Sha-Zam woman! What an awesome creation… like Angie, I can definitely relate!
Love it…
March 24th, 2008 at 9:32 am
Call me!