And I Will.

His lips hit mine

Gently.

His tongue makes its way between my lips

Gently.

His hands caress my head

Gently.

 

And I welcome it.

All of it.

 

But I don't love him,

I love you.

I don't want his lips on mine,

I want yours,

I've always wanted yours.

I've always only wanted yours.

I open my eyes and look at him.

 

He doesn't

look like you,

feel like you,

kiss like you.

 

He doesn't

know me like you,

want me like you,

need me like you.

 

He doesn't have

your blue eyes,

your blonde hair,

your breasts.

 

Ask me again to kiss you,

This time sober,

And I will.

This poem is about: 
Me

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