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His baby blues study me
and I can feel them lacing my burning body
with their presence.
Hazy with smoke; i provoke his touch
an imposed maybe implied sense of pride beams from his build
as if a tide running its course with each glance
and as our tongues dance
we shed our snake-skin cloths.
With wide eyes
blue as winter skies
we stare, hearts pounding our cares for one another.
We dissect
with no time to protect our flaws
from eyes able to sever like piranha jaws
but instead
gentle, we caress
and truth be told I find him quite flawless.
So I allow him to stare
and I will myself not to care about the faults covering my quivering body
I allow his baby blues to examine me in full
and with that
he sees me naked in every way possible;
raw skin
to raw mind
I fear what he may find
but each time he confesses, “You are beautiful.”
It leads me to question
him
it leads me to question
myself.
Why does he hold me so tight,
allow my weight to lean at his side?
Why does he want me,
lips prodded and poked,
Why does he urge them apart
with his warm tongue gliding down my throat?
Why does he let himself tap dance in my heart,
giving it an unnatural rhythm of hiccups from the start?
Why does he slide his smooth hand
down my burning thighs
leading me to no longer feel unattainable
and still stare into my eager eyes
even once he realized
he attains my very soul?
How can he pick me apart and still accept what he sees?
Why does he love me?
How
can he love me?