from the most exposed parts.
like a flower i seek water,
comfort, intimacy and touch.
It’s my right,
that you constantly threaten and ignore,
you ignore my needs;
my need for the sweat of your skin,
to feel your breath upon my body
as you seduce and excite me.
It’s my basic human need that i’m being deprived of,
with no consensus
i lay in bed,
sheet over head,
tucked in tight
yearning for your touch,
I’m in need!
my body is in need,
but you don’t get that…
now should I act the bitch and seek comfort elsewhere,
I would become public enemies one through twelve.
No one would understand,
no one would see what its like
to lay in bed and yearn to be fucked in the worst way.
They wouldn’t get what its like to be
so uptight and miserable.
to make love to a battery-operated dick,
when all i want is flesh and blood
your my hands,
inside my body!
they wouldn’t understand…
yet, they would judge.
they would talk,
they would say,
i could’ve talked,
but i did talk, have been talking
tired… strung out from talking.
they would say that i could’ve taken,
yet, only gifts that are freely given are appreciated.
I won’t take,
what should be mine.
You should be mine,
so give me,
not on special dates and times;
on holidays and anniversaries.
Give me what is mine.
Give me and i will give you all of me,
because you are my whole world,
but now… I just need that touch…