How do I ask for you to touch me?
Do I say I want you to kiss me all over and play with me until I quiver? Do I ask you to rub me all the right ways so I can feel the warmth of your skin and touch? Do I ask for the feeling of being loved, even though you show me everyday? All of this is a mystery to me, for I am ashamed of my need for this. Ashamed for my desire for you and your touch. I wish it were not so, I could wish this upon anyone and they would feel it differently. Now the pressures on me because I lack the ability to please you in every way a woman should please a man. Desirous with my mind yet prudish with my body. Shame, shame, they cry out at me as I shake with the feeling of lust for you to enter me.
Much to my dismay I feel my body begin to close off almost as soon as I feel. I cannot allow myself to love this, to love you. I fear it is my own prison I've doomed myself to. Hell, I've learned is a much darker place than imagined. Burn, fire demon, because I burn. I long for your embrace.
~*Persæus*~
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Disquietude
Poetrypoems & letters of someone who was love with a person who is unavailable, to moving on, to being in love with someone emotionally satisfying.
