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Mia J May 17
Do I have your
permission to lead
you to your bedroom?
My visualizations want
to spring out of my
head and lay between
your sheets. Do I
have your permission
to light
candles? Witnessing
our reflections on the
wall would be an art
exhibit within itself.
The equivalent of a lion conquering his thick lioness.
Do I have your permission to have your face as my seat?
Your tongue flowing up and down my slit is an
action I can’t live without.
Making me as wet as a river.
Splashing your thickset lips.
Do I have your permission to be as bad as I want to be?
I want to wrap my lips around your shaft
And then feel it tease my ******.
I want your **** to regroup my insides
Any way it sees fit.
I want my cheeks to jounce off of you and jiggle.
I want it to excite you even more.
I want you to choke me and call me a **** and your little *****.
I want my legs to shake before you finish.

But first, I need your permission.

8/2021 (Original date)

5/11/2023
-Mia J
  
© 2021 Mia J
This poem was originally composed in 2021 and updated in 2023
Zack Ripley Jun 2024
When you were younger,
maybe you were told to hold your tongue,
hold your breath until you got older.
But now that you're here,
now that you've figured out how
and when to say what you want to say, someone has given you the same advice.
So once again, you hold your breath,
even though it hurts and scares you.
And now, you wonder "what's next?"
Now, I'm going to be the one giving advice:
if you want to be confident, independent,
and able to stand up for yourself,
understand that you're the only one
who can give you permission to breathe,
and you've earned it.
Bekah Halle Apr 2024
I cannot be everything to everyone!
I do not want to be everything to everyone!
I am not going to be everything to everyone,
because in the end, I will be nothing to everyone, and
I won't be me.
Francie Lynch Dec 2023
What is my operative word?
Go?
Stop?
Never, is it Yes.
Always it is No!
Sometimes in a gesture,
Occasionally in a gait;
If I were blind
And read by braille,
My fingers might feel Wait.
And we've met some
Who don't have
An Operative at all.
Asominate Apr 2023
Isn't it a lonely world?
Watching from the other side
My life is just passing me by

"You naughty girl,
Questionably feminine,
You know you are a freaking sin!"

Gouge my eyes and watch me scream
Another day
Won't wake up to my dreams
What can I say
When you wouldn't listen?

I don't have your permission

Look into the massive sky
Feeling so inferior
I cry on the interior

"You shameful guy,
Excuse of masculinity."
I'm never allowed to be me

Gouge my eyes and watch me scream
Another day
Won't wake up to my dreams
What can I say
When you wouldn't listen?

I don't have your permission

What can I say,
But dream another day?
Isaace Oct 2022
We shall echo the points that scrape the skies
Above the streams of Wonder City.
On the streets below, men shall shift through time,
Watched on by soaring concrete;
And in the steaming sewers strewn beneath
These streets— O Wonder City!—
Rats shall run the labyrinth of the sewers
To find the traces of a world
Before the life of Wonder City.
Mrs Timetable Aug 2022
Walking in the room
Captivating
My attention
Without my permission
A moment
Sadie Grace Nov 2021
It’s funny how forgiveness works
Making you think it’s giving them permission to hurt you over and over again
When really
It’s giving yourself permission
To move on
little lioness Oct 2021
I have spent years seeking approval, appreciation, validation... things I felt needed to come from others in order for them to be real.
.
.
.
Maybe it's time for me to give those things to myself.
.
.
.
I don't need permission to experience good things.
I don't need it.
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