I don’t want to share my body With you I want to be with somebody Instead of sharing Every naked bit of Myself To someone who probably Won’t fall in love with me
I don’t want to share my body With you Unless you want to get That close to me Without destroying me Through the process Of touching me,
Can’t we just kiss Instead ? I’ll learn about The little things inside your head
I don’t want to share my body With you Until you want to be with me For things other than, Other than exploring My naked skin Against your small hands Touching every part of me. I want to learn about you, Instead.
A poem about seeing someone and it being ****** and not really knowing what it means to them or you or if it means something at all?