sex is off limits
i only want to kiss u
the light on ur skin isn’t lust enough
u tell me i’m pretty
i smile to myself
Fear is sitting at my dinner table
“pour me some white wine”, he says smoothly
he’s staying for awhile
gripping my anxiety, please don’t come out
ur so beautiful
but u see my skin as lust
i only want to kiss you
forebode ur hands
please don’t touch me
wishing the air was sensual, meaningful
but it smells dirty
Fear is sleeping over
arms too weak to stop this
i only wanted to kiss you