Don’t touch me,
If you do not want to.
I am more than
My love for you.
It may be full,
It can be blind,
It is what elsewhere
You will never find!
I am beautiful
And I am kind;
I have a heart;
I have a mind;
I am my body
And though it wants you –
Do not touch me,
If you do not want to.
Insecurity is not at all flattering:
It reeks of imagined loss and current fear;
The former hasn’t happened quite yet;
The latter forgets all who hold you dear.
The night brings it back,
When lovers snore and sleep;
And all you do is gaze into the dark,
Wondering if it’s truly that deep.
Anxiety may follow suit and soon –
But –
You ejaculate in your hand!
A calm replaces the tumult
And fear is no longer that grand.
Loss still remains. So you bear it;
You recall you have borne it before!
You understand you can and will bear it,
Even if life makes it erupt once more.
Any chance I get, I run my fingers through your hair.
They are dark, shiny webs of love for me,
Arresting a vibrant magic in their dark lair
That many, if not all, fail to see.
I see you comb them after a shower
And each strand glistens like dew;
I want to put my face in that wet bower
And kiss the cow licks washed anew.
When you rest your head in my lap,
I put the tips of my fingers in the crown,
I am a bee caught in a Venus Trap
And nothing can settle this body down.
I can smell your hair when you’re away,
I can feel it move between my fingers,
The texture and lust with me just stay
As the feel of it on my lips lingers.
Hearts Still Care 
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