“Close your eyes.” He said.
My eyes replied; open, defiant,
My mouth with corners curled:
This was prohibited.
My lips still parted,
Consensually; I allowed him to find me, hold me,
whilst the ringing continued:
Prohibited. Prohibited.
His touch, wise, his tongue
experienced, his face, rugged
and his mid-kiss groan, satisfying.
In mine, you can almost make out the P, the R, the O, the hibite and D.
With these men, this man,
I cannot do anything with;
They cannot provide me with
the tools to build.
So, as my lips part:
My femininity is shunned,
The mothers in my life question
My maternal instinct. A should be
homemaker not home wrecker;
These men, this man:
Prohibited.
Lovely!
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