Apr 2014
He traced his fingers along my body
With a curled smile
That was filled with lust
And
With eager eyes
That were filled with acceptance and amazement
To think
That someone finds beauty in
What I hate about myself
And
To know
That someone is attracted to not only
The body
But the mind
With a curled smile
That was filled with lust
And
With eager eyes
That were filled with acceptance and amazement
To think
That someone finds beauty in
What I hate about myself
And
To know
That someone is attracted to not only
The body
But the mind
I didn't end this poem because I feel sometimes giving a person the benefit to create their own conclusion has a much greater effect than it would by me finishing the poem myself.
