UNDRESS!

I lean back and watch as she reduces herself.
Her fingers tear the fabric away as if it were a mere obstacle on a path she chose long ago.
I observe how quickly she is ready to cast everything aside.
Every layer that falls is another step in her self-reduction.

I am calculating the time it takes for her to trade her dignity for an advantage, instead of waiting for her to finish.
As long as something comes back in the end. Right?

I sit there, and I really don´t think about her. Not one second.
My thoughts are miles away from her.
I don´t think of the curves of her body or the trembling of her fingers as she undoes the buttons.
I just think to myself, how cheap or how expensive this moment is right now.

She thinks she controls the room because she exposes herself,
but she doesn´t realize that in my eyes, she is shrinking into a mere digit.

How cheap has flesh become, when a tiny spark of utility is enough to tear down the entire facade?
Become even thinner, even more worthless, even more naked.
Show me how little of you remains when profit beckons.

A cheap moment for an expensive painting.
A fair trade for someone who has nothing left to lose but a shell.
One that already belongs to everybody, who is willing to pay the right amount of attention.

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