They say you bring smiles to faces
the light you shed is so penetrating,
it seeps
and you're so hard to ignore.
Even the flowers open to meet your gazes
while the ocean reflects your bright blue skies
but i see through you with these brown eyes,
and you cast the longest shadows
so dark;
so deep.

i am a child of the sea;

floating and boundless.

and yet, i drift through time,

hell bent on finding ground.

why do i love skin?

because it tells warm infinite stories.

it opens your eyes and mind to a life lived in.

some could say It reminds them of personal pain

covered in scars and goosebumps like tattooed shame

and of course no one would argue

that the interactions theyve had when their skin received each ****

was more ****** than a loss of virtue

but its still an untarnished truth  

that they remain exquisite;

imperfectly honest and enchanting, too.

the softness of my body will bring you comfort

and this is why you fear me

because my thighs touch in glorious wonder

leaving my sweetest of openings to secrecy.

i do not intend to follow your will

or your opinion of what is perfect.

because i know perfection…

i can find it amongst my many rolling curves

from the dimples in my thighs to the pokes to my thick sides.  

because plump, to me, is a decent word to describe

how my lips lay or how my apple bottom sways.

yes, i am rebelling against what you say

because i know im beautiful anyway.

my heart beats, or pumps,

and i realize ---

that love is breathing inside me

no matter how desperately

i try to hide it.

i take pride in knowing

that i can do more than satisfy.

i know that with my lips,

with my hands,

i could build a man,

like you,

from a peasant

into a king.

I would treasure every part of you,

the parts she always misses,

with eye locked caresses

and moan covered kisses.

and after that,

id dip into your psyche

to tempt

and tame

the lion

that no one knows exists.

the salty beads of sweat,

that sweet smell of fading lust,

and the only thing keeping me from holding on forever.

that sultry look in your eye when i returned you to dust

and the feel of your lips on the nape of my neck;

because you were the one that kept me together.

those are the things i hold close to my chest.

they are pieces of loves that i hadnt really felt,

of roads i had never dreamt of being taken,


and there are no more words left

only pulsing tokens…