Yearning for the touch
The look
Of some persona’s gaze
Wearing
My promiscuity under my clothes
With red and black undertones
Because its a secret only I know
I ask you nicely
Get intimate with me
Touch my body
In ways
I cant
Read me like a book
Bend my spine like you're
Half way through
Intrigued enough to finish
Almost done
Interested in finding more
About my core beliefs
The more relief you find in me
The better the sensations get
So look into the corners
And crevices
That i can't see
And tell me what you find
Do you see scars?
Or do you see lessons learned
The hard way
Find your favorite part
Of me
And reread it
Reread it until i tell you to stop
Please
Let me know if i am too needy
Too forgiving
Or too insecure
Let me know if what i have
Is not what you want
If so, place me back on the shelf
Simply carry on
But do not come back and think
The second read
Will be as good as the first