Half Aware

Fewer than a few, one, only half aware
Not even you really saw me disappear
I disappeared from view, nobody knew
Fewer than a few, one, and barely there.
Whimsical, my mistress mistreats my modesty
Blinded by self-love, and only half aware.
Might as well lick her under the eye
Kiss her tender thigh
Break down in her shadow
And cry, and cry without a shame or fear
You’ll hear me breathing beside you, dear
For although, I did disappear, I’m still here.

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