I've become everyone's Jezebel. I am a body that everyone desires. I am the harlot, the wild woman, the overly sexed hussy that their primal instincts can not deny. I glide past them all, unknowing that they are all beating their chest, whooping and hollering, at the way my breasts bounce, ass switch, and legs extend. I've become a sexual object, almost too similar to the plastic pseudo-vagina at your local sex shop.

They walk into the sex store of the world, browsing for the quick fix. They spot me. They buy me with their eyes, their bodies, their voices, their words, their promises......

Transaction complete.

I am placed in a bag and they take me home and I am used and used and used until I can be used no more. Once I have satisfied the needs of the body, I am tossed aside. Under the bed, in the drawer, in the closet, out of site....

I am forgotten.

I am forgotten as soon as they come.

And the mind they've neglected to pursue was never acknowledged. And as they move on to the next one, the soul of the Jezebel weeps.....