Feels like gold owns my mind
and my pen is my only crutch.
Feels like you might know you're mine,
and my body is yours to touch.
Has it ever really been mine or his?
Just waiting so long...for you.
Your warm hand resting on my knee
Breathlessly dying to see what they do.
It's insane what you do to me.
And I wonder who else knows.
Heaven only knows where you've been
but I'm dying to see where this goes.
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22 & Learning Poetry Collection: Curiously Beautiful
PoetryBeing vulnerable is one of the scariest things any human being can do; to unfasten the armor reinforced by a lifetime of difficult lessons, strip down to nothing but the fine curves of one's existence, and bare the scars of the soul in the sincerity...
