Poetry

evolving

I’m evolving, can’t you see?
right before the firelight,
i am swelling with magic,
with beauty, and with riches.
my skin has never been so
smooth, so golden, so lush.
trace me with your eyes,
with your lips, bite the
curve at my waist.
my hips are swelling, are you enticed?
im doing a little dance before you,
are you comprised yet?

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