I am no expert on the topic,
they are subject I don't let my tongue
touch because I'm scared
of what my mind may say,
but I think...
I think all my lovers were like
orgasms, they never lasted long
enough they always left power-less
for a while but as soon as I gained back
my strength I wanted another one.
Now, don't get it wrong.
I am no saint..I've had my hair pulled,
I've eaten meals that didn't need a spoon
but I limited myself to thinking that..
well, orgasms aren't really worth the shame of knowing someone that doesn't care about you has seen all of you.
I need both men and women to understand that their hopes and dreams are not written on the inside of my pelvis, darlings. Stop trying to find them there.
Making me scream your name isn't going to remind you who you are..
I apologize baby, but I am a poet
I am no handy-girl so whatever is broken inside of your body shall never be fixed by laying on mine
It ain't no thrift-shop here,
there's nothing cheap here
ain't nothing on sale here.
I'm not really sure if this poem is hitting it right or maybe I just have to come a little harder. Or I need my sentences to spread themselves wider and my syllables to slip up and down the page to get my point across..
what I'm meaning to say is,
you aren't slipping it into my body
unless you're slipping it into my heart as well.
I'm never going to settle for people,
who only know how to make me come
and have no clue on how to make me come to my senses.
