beautiful

in an old sports bra
and gray yoga pants
I am his Heaven-sent
and very flexible
sex goddess

in nothing but my apron
I whip up his latest fantasies

in lipstick and liner
all black
and boots
I am his Dark Angel

I am his centerfold,
his playgirl,
starring in every love-scene
for the past four years

I slipped right out of my insecurities
and let them fall to the floor at my feet

I refuse to wear
the shame I was left
when my clothes were taken

I have seen myself reflected in his eyes
and I am beautiful.