Ekpthrasis
She rises out of the brown wrapper; a goddess incarnates from sugar and chocolate. Her bottom half is hidden away by a plastic shield. She is the biblical apple, tantalizing and sweet, her precious fruit disguised from prying eyes. Remnants of her shield taunt the viewers with blue words emblazoned across her feminine prize. ‘ICKERS’ is her cloak of virginity. Her hips sway in a silent song as she poses. Only the indentation of her belly button disrupts her flat porcelain slab of skin She is erect, tall in her blooming plastic flower. She refuses to let your stares cripple her straightened spine. She places a hand on her bare shoulder, careful to reveal an uncovered bit of breast to her audience. Her nipples protrude from her naked chest, plump mounds of flesh sticking out in proud defiance. She stares with a look that could melt caramel and chocolate, gray eyes straining to see more outside of her framed prison. She too ...