I STOOD THERE STARING AT MYSELF

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I stood there, right infront of the mirror.
Staring at myself, embracing the new lacy inner wear I had on my so called private parts.
Feeling the softness of the silk gown I had over, covering up meters of skin beneath it.
I know all of you all wouldn't observe how beautiful that gown was.
Rather you would be imagining about the skin beneath that dress while I walked past.
How weirdly unreal is this world?
That skin covering up all those muscles and ligaments was light, soft, easily scarred and had marks on it with each one having story of its own.
But that skin never seemed soft for you, did it?
It was just a bare area under that dress upon which you could slide your fingers,
Where you could leave marks of your nails and tooth.
Just to show that you had been there, n done that.
While my tiny fingers always wanted to hold a man's arm tightly
All of you out there were wondering about what those fingers did in the night.
But lemme tell you, all it did was count the stars from my bedroom window .
Those lips always craved to feel the softness of a man lips.
But all of you just wanted to bite them over and hurt it.
Everytime I was rushing out I knew all your eyes were gazing at those tits shaking.
Inches gap between my t-shirt and jeans, would make you wanna put your arms over that belly.
While I walked with my back facing you all,
I very well know those hands wanted to grab them big ass.
Everyone of you out there watching me walk away,
Have imagined atleast once, what it's like to get inside those pants.

Tonight while I stand infront of this mirror,
Admiring the beauty of the gown
While I wonder about the thoughts that run through your mind's when you see me.
I know you would stare at me like you always do
And think about what I have got under that dress.
Just when I get closer to one of you
You would wanna slide your hands
Inside that dress and grab me tight,
Hard enough for me to feel the rush of harmones inside you,
That sudden rush of blood making your face go red showing off your urge to get in there,
While I stand there wrapped in your arms and wondering if this is what I deserve.
I would wanna push you away and run from there,
To save my possession, my virginity.
Thinking about all of it,
I felt broken.
Heart felt heavier.
Body seemed weak.
With a heavy foot, I took a long walk.
A walk away from all of it.
And that night I escaped from the unreal world into a dream land
In that pretty black dress and never returned back.