Boy,
I don't mean to sound like a *****
But take your arm off my shoulders.
This body is mine.
Don't slide your hand up my leg
Like your fingers are lost and looking for a home.
Don't assume that I want to touch you
This body is mine.
This body,
She has climbed mountains
And swam in the ocean,
Walked through forests and crowds and battles
Like you will never know.
If I am hesitant to be with you,
Know that it is not your right
To be offended.
I am striving to reach
Peace
With this vessel I call home,
I will put her first.
I'm not sorry to tell you:
This body is mine.
Mar 8, 2018
Mar 8, 2018 at 9:52 PM UTC
Boy,
I don't mean to sound like a *****
But take your arm off my shoulders.
This body is mine.
Don't slide your hand up my leg
Like your fingers are lost and looking for a home.
Don't assume that I want to touch you
This body is mine.
This body,
She has climbed mountains
And swam in the ocean,
Walked through forests and crowds and battles
Like you will never know.
If I am hesitant to be with you,
Know that it is not your right
To be offended.
I am striving to reach
Peace
With this vessel I call home,
I will put her first.
I'm not sorry to tell you:
This body is mine.
