when you gently but
firmly stapled my palm i
knew that you liked me
.
then you took my hand
licking copious droplets
right from the middle
.
momentarily
girl hearts fused forever here
bleeding in my grip
.
.
.
wattpride acrostic
.
what i am (we women are wise)
and what you are (as we do not need)
tells a story (to be told what we desire-)
to each one, makes a (that blood that we have shared)
picture to adorn a tale (please then, trust your heart)
re-defines who others are (remix your thoughts)
in case they do not understand (instead to blend smoothly)
do not see the need that we have to be (do stare if you dare)
exclusively we (even then we are bold)
