It’s hot in here,
I’m afraid of the dark.
But I feel protected
From what awaits me in the world
I feel so lonely
But propriety dictates that I remain concealed
From the world outside the contours of my drape
Sex and what not, the lustful sentiments of horny men
Is what they’ve taught me to escape
And so I live my life in a cocoon
A victim of their own perversion
Waiting for my wings to grow
To fly above it all
In graceful color
With time I blossom,
I feel a throbbing urge between my legs
A power stronger than the course of time
I’m taught to keep my feelings to myself
But something in me can’t withstand the wait
Its time to break this shell and fly away
No worries,
Opening night awaits
Soon I am to marry
The curtains will be drawn
And I will perform
I wonder how it feels to hold his hand
I wonder what would happen if he sees my face
Would he like it?
Would he smile?
Would we share a conversation?
No worries,
Opening night awaits
The curtains will be drawn
And I will perform
I am a theater, I am a stage
A portable performance
That features private sessions every night
A life-time ticket guarantees your audience
And only one man will get to have the chance
Let’s see who’ll pay the highest bid
For me to draw the curtains and spread my legs
A joyous toy, quite practical to keep at home
And as the days go by
The narrative of my life remains
A story of a girl in chains,
A story of a girl in chains!
bohemiaspeaks 
Take a bow. Amazing.
Well done,
Isadora
Thank you Isadora!
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interesting writing dude
A very intriguing poem.
Evocative. A different perspective of women we see but do not understand.
It touched my heart, this poem and others – they touch hearts and expand perspectives. Keep up your amazing work creating characters – such a curious idea.
Thank you so much for your kind and encouraging words. Hope to keep on hearing from you! Have a good day.