Everything and more,
by Anita Clark
Her secret smile's just another closed door,
Her skin so smooth, so soft, so pure,
Her eyes, the window to her soul
Hair so black it hides what she's went through,
Her secret was uncovered - a leash upon a girl's neck,
A dominatrix's whip crack, black corsetted outfit,
Boots laced up to her thighs,
I look into her eyes,
And the smile she radiates, is nothing but genuine, nothing but pure sin,
In a time of day, where people held facades;
Up to their life, their feelings and their sexual desires.
She ran away from the bad publicity, and public outcry,
To spen her live so quiet, away from the majority's mundane diet.