Do You See Me?

I am here.

Do you see me?

All of me?

You see my body, it fills you to overflowing.

Slinks around the pathways of your daydreams

until I am nothing

but an untouchable vision

of lamplight, of passion, of lust.

You see a pretty face, porcelain and sweet.

But do you see me?

Has any man

ever

truly

seen me?