your body is a map i am familiar with,
retracing the steps the same way i always have,
a winning recipe for that ever so sweet sigh,
by the end of the destination you're bound to let out a pleasant cry,
i have the journey memorised better than i probably should,
but pleasing people is all that i want,
for i cannot seem to find comfort on my own the way i thought i would.
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Intimacy
Poetry"bring forth the passion and lust from deep in my body, i'll put on a show just to keep myself happy, being used is better than serving no purpose at all." A poetry collection unravelling the comfort in intimacy and mental health issues linked to th...
