“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:






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