Bloodless,
Loveless,
Countess:
What did your courtesan do?
A reflection on complexion
A razor to the skin
Countess:
What atrocities did your courtesan begin?
Bath drawn,
Luke warm to the touch,
Foot testing texture,
Dangling toes into the not yet thickened warmth
Countess:
Would my type be something you would enjoy?
Countess:
Would my type soothe your skin?
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