In and out.
My hips sway to an unknown beat,
Twisting and gyrating in ways only in ways a sinner has seen.
Almost hypnotizing you,
But you can never stay.
My bedroom seems to have a revolving door,
Some way to push yourself in for a bit.
It's never too hard for you to leave me,
Although I never ask you to stay.
I could never beg you to stay,
Here.
In a place where no man has been able to lay,
Where no man has entered.
And still you are here,
But I think you are elsewhere at the same time.
You travel through my door,
In and Out.
Almost as if I have no locks to protect me,
You were a their in the night.
And by day,
My heart was no longer mine.
YOU ARE READING
Woman.
PoetryA book of poems and feelings. A book from a girl, a rose from the concrete. A Woman growing.
