Boxes

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She is black and silk
Offering glimpses of attire
Legs sprawling,
Stopping,

Revealing there beautiful
Lengths

Movements slowly bend
The curves
Throughout her body,
As a finger reaches down

Her lips part at the
Beginning

Of a wall within herself

Making time
Stop
For
Everything

It is forgotten at a glance
The choice of a heart stolen
And the sin once lost
Is revealed by the
Mask inside the makeup