temptation

temptation.
a manipulation of the mind
to believe that my legs
would be best placed around your neck.
the feeling of a hot shower,
with you,
when we know we aren't supposed to.
me touching you in places
that belong to the darkness.
belief that the lust,
deep in your veins,
will keep me safe at night,
when I know
this is only
a late night,
rendezvous
that should never have
happened.
temptation

would you still like me to love you

i am the wind.
you are the land.
and i am not sure how to touch you
without causing you damage.

in regards of my naked body

the only hands I am in are mine,
honestly.
I let out,
what I have no fear of showing up later
on in my journey.
I show,
what I am proud of.

i am not your sexual object

did you love her?
did you really love her?
or did you just like how your tongue
felt roaming down her side.
did you understand how her body works,
or was she only a sexual toy
used for objectification to pleasure
the most used part of your body.
did you understand her mind?
is she just a sex symbol to you?
can you appreciate her body as art?
ask yourself that the next time your
hand slides down a woman’s body.
you can love her without an orgasm

self love is crucial

figure out how to love the deepest,
most painful parts of yourself first,
then you'll be able to love others
properly,
with more ease.

Touch

and when he whispered
his lips became a
feather to my ear,
leaving me with a
sensation only virgins feel
after their second or third time
being kissed below their waist.
he thinks I don't notice
the pulse of his manhood
as he tried to brush
his lips across mine.
it started with a touch of the hand,
the lightest touch of his fingers,
making love to my wrist,
singing a beautiful
lust story,
causing a crave
that neither one of us were
suppose to desire.
you were long,
and drawn out,
and you took your time to
place your lips
on mine,
and relax my mind.
it's like a broken vhs,
the way my mind replays
how your voice sounded
when you told me to
"relax".
Never kiss a poet,
the way your tongue felt
going down my side
gave me enough inspiration
to write love poems,
lust poems,
and all of that in between.
You did something to me,
that I'm not entirely sure
that I've felt before.