Boxes

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.