Centerfold
I exist only
In the magazine
Folded onto myself.
I am a curve
That far
Beyond reach.
I am Miaomiao
In the flesh
In your saliva.
I am decorated
Airbrushed
Naked fantasy.
But I am unattainable,
Inaccessible
Unemotional.
No one can compare
To my arched back,
To my curved lips
That whispers nothing
But know everything
In your mind.