bodies
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How can
Men control our bodies
When
They refuse to wear a condom
Or
Even knows how a tampon works
Instead of sticking them
Up your nose
Why don't you educate yourself
because
My body was a vessel for the male ego,
An instrument of pleasure and of sexual gain,
Until a sensory angel came into my life
And turned sex into love again.
Loves depths can deepen,
But lust just sinks,
Our generation base relationships on lust,
And believe its love,
So their left in some other warm bodies bed,
Living with regrets,
Young lust
Simmers deeper than a gigantic tidal wave
The vivacious fusion of the two bodies
Begins to peak into the uppermost realm of infatuation
As they cover each other with outer warmth
I see the Bodies Burning
I see them smoulder
no longer will I wait
to take over
ive channeled all my thoughts and fears
unlocked a god
residing in me for years
Hurrying in to work, late again.
The cold still nipping at my nose,
The heat of rushing burning in my legs.
I try to calm my heartbeat
But it’s useless when I see you.
Warmth fills my stomach
Different lines and forms,
but all the same
the wonder as the form moves,
the beauty overflowing
to touch would be a wondrous thing,
but to watch is good enough
more, more
each bulge glistening
We, guided inward and outward,
expand accordingly.
I, that is Body One,
being plagued in Real, do seek
guidance from Two.
Two, being plagued by the
retained sorrows of I, doth see things
We, guided inward and outward,
expand accordingly.
I, that is Body One,
being plagued in Real, do seek
guidance from Two.
Two, being plagued by the
retained sorrows of I, doth see things
your collar bones
they turn my insides into stone
but stone that is kept warm
by fiery coal
a trail from your shoulders all the way down
to where your hips meet your torso
I should ink my skin
with your name
as a permanent reminder
of the places you've kissed
our bodies melted together
a clay sculpture
two beings
one body
molded together
