I was once a beauty.

My skin: the finest porcelain.

Smooth, like silk.

Feel it along the tips of your fingers.

Down my neck and across my breast.

Watch the goose pebbles rise from my skin.

My eyes were bright.

Brown and green.

Captivating.

Expecting.

My lips, pink.

Moist and ready for yours.

To feel them mesh together.

The tip of my tongue, exploring.

Down your chest.

Your hands in my hair.

Thick and full, dark brown.

Spilling over my shoulders.

Down my back.

Covers my breasts from view.

Alas, I am no longer beauty.

No longer your beauty.

No longer anything.

Gone away.