My virginity
a security blanket,
I keep at the foot of my bed.
It doesn’t shield me from loneliness,
It’s purely for show.
I imagine limbs tangled in that blanket.
Our breathes mingling to create dream clouds.
Legs combining like tree roots.
A tentative hand and trembling lips,
The tangible reality of my nerves.
Sooth me with my favorite line from Jane Austen,
Darling I just might love you.
Hips grind against hips
We’re two halves of a love poem.
You, the undying love
Me, the inevitable disappointment.
Dec 14, 2011
Dec 14, 2011 at 1:42 AM UTC
My virginity
a security blanket,
I keep at the foot of my bed.
It doesn’t shield me from loneliness,
It’s purely for show.
I imagine limbs tangled in that blanket.
Our breathes mingling to create dream clouds.
Legs combining like tree roots.
A tentative hand and trembling lips,
The tangible reality of my nerves.
Sooth me with my favorite line from Jane Austen,
Darling I just might love you.
Hips grind against hips
We’re two halves of a love poem.
You, the undying love
Me, the inevitable disappointment.
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