Sex Appeal
Sex Appeal
How do we know it ends?
Or....did we end it?
We declare ourselves no longer
pretty or handsome!
Think...Edith Piaf.
{ her bio is online}
Edith married a way younger
man.
She was a French chanteuse.
Hardly ugly nor her face the
color of chartreuse.
I think tis we who make our
sex appeal end.
No matter how, what, why.
how or when.
We cast ourselves as "old.
No longer, a sexual being."
And, with that, we ourselves,
Are the creators of our own
sexual attractiveness undoing.
June 6, 2019
10pm PST
Copyright © Panagiota Romios | Year Posted 2019
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