I am giddy to of found this jubilation
The first man who did not just watch the way I walk and the way my boobs burst from my clothing, who did not fantasize over my ever lasting softness of my skin.
The love intoxication, the said uttermost dangerous and rapturous state.
You were the first man who did not just look at me in utter lust
The first to look at me and see me
Not the me I put up as an facade
The me that I've tried to bury
The me I still choose to bury
For everyone, besides you
And I could not be happier
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An Angels Tragedy
PoetryThese are short/ long poems I write, myself. Please show some love<3 These poems contain moments from several emotions. Feel free to comment!
