Avoidance. Certain words become too soft and familiar on my tongue. Catch them like snowflakes and melt away.
Scandal. Performance. Audience. This is who I am to me. Ever-watching eyes. I want to show you something sensual that you think isn't within. Would you ever guess the kinds of thoughts that are painted with the cream-colored passion I've had on my fingers? Do you know the fear I feel when I imagine your eyes on my lines? But what does any of that matter? An acrobat high up on her bar. Catch me when I fall. I'd rather work without the net.
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