Her lips said so much. They could carry a sentence when the world fell silent.
Though, It was her mind that nobody would ever comprehend.
Inside, the wanton her lay prone, salacious, nipple ready for others to taste. Yet who could fight past her guardian, her carrion: always ready to strike out the eyes of those desperate enough to salivate over her shape?
Its beak protected her sex and the curtain stayed tied. Never closing on other’s paltry needs.