All of the men I've met Have wanted to know me From the bottom up They start at the toes Treading lightly Tipping towards in a dance That is beginning to feel like ritual After they pass the achiles The speed increases Only swiftly caressing My cut out calves It seems they think I might slice them Then there are the thighs Here they rest and gain reassurance They burrow as if they will stay for winter They start to cautiously creep towards The cozy meeting place And then they ****** Suddenly I am full A capacity I have been yearning A community event I am hosting The buzzing around, the coming The, I'm coming Then, the going. All of the men I've met Have only ever met me half way They never nustle into my stomach Or hustle and then halt inside my heart They do not begin to beckon All that is living in my brain (Meaning all of me that is living) They do not synchronize with my breathing They do not braid their hair into mine They leave me slick They slide away in efforts i can't match My muscles strain They climb and reach a shallow peak And then refrain All of the men I've met Well, they've left me feeling plain.