In spite of everything,
I arranged flowers over my skin in a great effort to be worshiped
made myself into a garden for your plucking
I didn’t know how much of me was woman
and how much was girl
But you knew what I was
and what I would become under your caress
In spite of everything,
I offered up the entirety of my being to you
gave your selfish hands each blooming flower that you desired
For I was half asleep with longing for you
A cooing dove to your touch
and only yours
Dec 6, 2022
Dec 6, 2022 at 1:44 PM UTC
In spite of everything,
I arranged flowers over my skin in a great effort to be worshiped
made myself into a garden for your plucking
I didn’t know how much of me was woman
and how much was girl
But you knew what I was
and what I would become under your caress
In spite of everything,
I offered up the entirety of my being to you
gave your selfish hands each blooming flower that you desired
For I was half asleep with longing for you
A cooing dove to your touch
and only yours