This photoshoot
is only between us in the booth
no need to Photoshop and whiten my tooth
no need to anti-wrinkle my youth
a ruler
measure me
and treasure me
my love schooler
draw me with your pencil
captured inside the four white edges of the box of your paper I surrender to your will
you fill and color
my empty black and white lines in a beauty parlor
brush
off my cheeks the ashamed blush
rubber until perfection you rub
in bed and bath tub
cut
my big wide butt
crop
if you don't want to see underneath the top
As you dim the lights
I take off my tights
in the dark room
we're developing a picture of new life in my womb
we're stuck on each other like glue
when my body is changing tones from my white and pink I wink my eyes blue
Memory of us is saved on your computer
I'm online on the net of your eyes as a fantasy commuter
My femininity you edit
turning a girl into a woman you have the credit
The angle to love is intense
through men's lens
