Allow me, for a moment,to be frank with you and tell you that my express purpose is not just to hang with you.
Because as much as I like laughing and talking with you--I want to feel you.
I kinda want to feel you in inappropriate ways.
I know you're not amazed at what I'm saying because you know sometimes I get to misbehaving and I have to check myself.
But, I have to be honest with you.
Sometimes, I just want to feel you.
But I can't
And you ask me why because you sometimes want to reach over and feel me, too--push aside that curtain of respectability I hide myself behind.
But we can't both want to feel each other at the same time because I can only be respectable for so long.
That's why I'm glad when you stop calling and texting me.
Because when you don't call-- and when I don't hear that deep voice that sends me to worlds I'm not quite ready to immerse myself in--I don't have to worry about wanting to feel you.
And don't ask me what I mean by "feel you".
Baby, imagine us somewhere where nothing keeps up from each other. That's a dangerous world where we are a tangle of limbs and sighs.
And I'm not quite ready to give myself up like that...but...I just want to feel you.
Can I just be real with you?
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Nappy-Headed
PoetryCall it prose. Call it poetry. Call it hastily written words. Whatever you call it...enjoy it. Be saddened by it. Learn from it. Embrace it. Bask in it. These are words written by one woman for all women. You're beautiful. Smile. There is someone...
