Stripping Her Inhibitions
The moment of “Hair down! Let yourself go!”
Walked right up to her door,
And she fell back, onto her truth,
Fell back onto her floor,
Where she ripped her soft layer of fake from her chest,
Threw it onto the ground,
Then tore off her layers of doubt and regret,
And lay without making a sound,
And her pure, her ethical heart grew brave,
Her heart flew free in the breeze,
Her heart held tight to all of her yearn,
As she playfully rose on her knees,
Where she smiled, in red, a delectable smile,
To the man with the beautiful thoughts,
The man who turns up, every Monday,
For her privately run yoga course.
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