it's what they tell me.
every man that craves me...
they tell you how perfect your body is,
"it would go to waste without a man to please it."
but I don't want just any man.
I want a man who loves everything about me,
not just the size of my breasts
or the perfect shape of my ass,
or my hourglass shaped body,
or the shape of my lips,
how perfect they would be around him,
or the beauty within my face.
"show me your beautiful body."
it's what guys beg for.
and sure,
I should be so pleased with how much these men crave me,
but it truly doesn't.
instead,
you're constantly wondering if it's only your body they want.
that's all men ever seem to want...
the perfect size of your ass,
their preferred pair of breasts.
their preferred features of your face.
every detail they notice when they look at you.
they don't bother to want everything inside.
every part of your personality,
every quality you love about yourself,
but they don't want to love it.
they prefer to love everything else.
every outside part.
oh, but I do love qualities about you,
the guys will tell you.
it's true,
they're not wrong.
but they don't like how sweet to children you are,
or how much you love sunsets,
sitting on the roof of your home watching it almost every night.
oh no my poor, very naïve, girl...
he loves how your hand grasps the back of his head while he kisses you,
he loves how you bite your lip when your in the mood.
he loves how you obey him,
letting him do whatever he wants to your body,
he oh so loves.
he doesn't give a single fuck for things you like to do,
that make you happy,
give you a reason to live.
he truly doesn't give a fuck about your favorite food or drink...
or color.
or your favorite flower.
but he does care about the spot that makes you moan the loudest.
he cares about your favorite sex position,
but also putting you in his.
he does give a fuck about pleasing both of you by the time you're done.
or making you barely walk once he's done with you.
and for all you know,
once you leave his place,
smiling just a little once you walk in your house,
your parents asleep...
he may have already begun with another girl,
another option,
for the night.
but it's okay,
like he said...
like many say...
show me your beautiful body, it would go to waste without a man to please it.
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my lover poets
Romancethe thoughts about love. Simplicity form yet addictive to consume your mind over. Love isn't always perfect. (I know I'm not a perfect writer in poetry, but I thought it would be fun to write out some thoughts I have, and things I've learned int...
