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| Good girls like good cops. Paying the price of beauty buys me the picture of a gentleman: the arresting pleasures of protection. Splayed bare as a gallery wall, I'm a human canvas under his stroking hands. My art is to purr, "give it to me." |
Bad girls like bad girls. I've developed a taste for the smug arched eyebrow of a cell phone set to "vibrate," the clawed edge that calls nipples to sharpness. On my carnivorous tongue, the mortal trickle of blood paints the switchbacks of a breast, a whip, a redred lip. I'll take two (of a kind). |