This White Flesh

Stripping off the clothes,
Discarding the world around me.
The ridicule of people saying I'm ugly,
Too pale.

The water reflects the negative body image.
White skin marred with brown freckles,
Flawed with tattoos.

The tub of water reflects on my white flesh.
The tub's colour similar to my own,
Skin transparent,
Veins seen through the paleness.

Warm water surrounds my nakedness
The body I hate.
Bones protruding from hips,
Small breasts barely there.
Whiteness covers me like a veil.

I close my eyes,
And imagine him there.
Imagining his body against mine,
His pale skin against mine.

He makes me feel like a woman,
Not a little girl with white virgin skin.
He makes my skin feel like rare white silk.
I feel worshiped.

The feel of his hands
Running over my white thighs
Over my small hips
To my even smaller breasts
The pleasure it brings me.

His presence brings colour to this pale face.
A red flush
Lips bright red in ecstasy

He calls me sweetheart
He calls me dear
He calls me beautiful...

He calls this white flesh beautiful.