Do I disgust you?

Lifesabeach Poems

Do I disgust you because I want *** The hypothetical argument already slides as graceful as tourettes, and I can feel imaginary bile and panic creeping up my throat and into my mouth as I attempt to talk 'south' Talk 'dirty' to you Talk 'dirty' to me, 'baby' I'm silently wishing you'd save me from the awkwardness of this talk, wish you'd take me by the breast and walk me through the rest of your likes and dislikes Because, I want to make you feel higher than a kite or ****** or crack, or smack, I want to stop endlessly repeating all the things that I might lack Because, you don't seem to want me anymore No matter how much you adore who I am Can you fill me in on the gaps please, I want to know if you feel that you can have same aching need that I do My sexuality is like an un-erasable tattoo I don't take strives to hide it I don't feel that I need to But am I deranged in thinking that you think I should be ashamed to? Darling, I want to **** you. I wish I didn't think that this might be an issue. Correct me,