Maybe it is not 'love' that I crave.
Maybe it is simply touch.
Touch of skin on skin
Lustful and hot.
It is true
I believe that lustful want
Is as natural as eating or sleeping.
I cast off those who think it disgusting.
So maybe my body cries
Not for a companion in the darkness
But for a lover to explore
To fufill me and to be fufilled.
Or maybe not.
Maybe I want both
The kind feeling in a love
The ecstasy in a lover.
Nothing wrong with that,
I think.
Though I want these things,
I am still as immature as a ****** flower.
Dec 5, 2013
Dec 5, 2013 at 10:04 PM UTC
Maybe it is not 'love' that I crave.
Maybe it is simply touch.
Touch of skin on skin
Lustful and hot.
It is true
I believe that lustful want
Is as natural as eating or sleeping.
I cast off those who think it disgusting.
So maybe my body cries
Not for a companion in the darkness
But for a lover to explore
To fufill me and to be fufilled.
Or maybe not.
Maybe I want both
The kind feeling in a love
The ecstasy in a lover.
Nothing wrong with that,
I think.
Though I want these things,
I am still as immature as a ****** flower.
um, so this just happened. kind of a **** poem in a sense. comment if you wish.
