3 years ago. July 4, 2020 at 1:03 AM
The Doll is laid upon her stage.
A posh setting of plush pillows
and satin. She's too large for a shelf,
but small enough for play.
The Doll's eyes are forever watchful,
yet remain fixated above.
A black spaghetti strap dress hangs
loose upon her waifish frame.
Cutting a stark contrast against
her procelain skin. The Maker
adjusts her head slightly and applies
a Peach Passion lipstick.
He kisses her gently.
This Doll's mouth tastes nothing of plastic or latex,
but rather flesh and honey.
The Maker watches her for a moment,
appreciating and admiring his prize,
before leaning in and pushing
the black dress straps away.
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