BEYOND THE MIRROR

The face I "see" is not the face "beyond" the mirror

Waiting to be loved

And understood.

Beyond the mirror is my other side,

My other self,

Waiting to be free, needing to please and be pleasured,

In ways that few could understand.

Wanting to feel the silk against my skin,

And the soft stockings on my legs;

The red lipstick on my mouth

That matches the long nails on my hands,

To feel I am beautiful and sexy,

Desired for who I am beyond the mirror.

The face in the mirror fights the urge until it takes control,

And I give in to the desire to please and feel beautiful,

I let her have her way with me

and feel myself surrender to love,

All powerful, All controlling,

Touching in ways I need to be touched,

Kissing in ways I need to be kissed,

Giving all of myself with total abandon;

Loved for who I am.

The face in the mirror protects her

from those who would not understand,

Who would hurt out of ignorance or fear;

This person I am

Beyond the mirror.

By

Samantha Storey © Copyright August, 1997