Copper charms dangle delicately
Around a purfumed wrist
I love to watch you play with my jewellery
Love to watch you breathe me in
Not so subtely appreciating skin
In your burning eyes
I am

Perfectly painted French manicured fingers
Sweep each honey strand into a messy bun
I love to listen to you complain
About how I never wear my hair out
You twist a tendril around your finger
In your hungry eyes
I am

Lilac scars line the pale skin
Up my left inner arm, wrist upwards
I love to feel you fade the scars away
Whispering away the hurt without judgement
You wrap an arm around my waist
In your adoring eyes
I am
Beautiful at last.