The room of mattresses
And cheap props
Of blazing hue
Contrast her sapphire
Eyes and rubicund lips.
"It's art," he says.
"Action". "Now the
Play—
back, please,"
The director shouts.
Look, her curves,
Fucking round hips.
Hold on; hold up,
Stay steady miss.
[Oh, this was hot]
She was begging, now.
[Such an awk-
Ward moment.
I cannot
Show my true
Emotion
Around this
Girl]
"Oh, oh, once more"
She claims
In her best acting voice.
[But, I wonder if her
Acting was by her own choice]
The cameraman
Pulled the male
From the scene,
Focused close on
Two females remained.
Obviously, they were
Cold; it showed.
She had goosebumps—
So the other mistress
Warmed her up by:
Painting bright
Red, Orange, Yellow
Colors on her thighs.
Such a pity that
It didn't match
Her subdued, sapphire
Eyes.
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