You want between these legs of mine, but nowhere near my heart.
You want this sweet honey suckle Thats never been touched.
You want to spread my thighs and slide within the cave of my thoughts leaving trails of wonder and lust of what ifs and will he just leave me.. Behinds.. You're plotting and playing to get between these legs of mine.
If I give you my most precious gift, what will I have left but your traits and unloyal kiss? If I give you the glue I hold how will I piece myself back together again after you break my heart? If I give you a piece of my soul what will you give me in return thats solid enough for me to have no concern? I'm ready but im not ready to lose. Im not ready to feel worthless used and abused. Im ready but im not ready for you. You want whats between these legs of mine, the ruby that man has never found, its confined. But how can you grow me if you know me? I need to be multiplied not divided and unequally yoked. Not torn down and walked on. Most importantly what will I have left to give to the man that actually loves me, when I come across the man that wants my whole heart.. How will I tell him that you got what I had been saving that I opened the clams mouth and offered you my pretty pearl and you swallowed it hole.. You asked me if you were deserving.. Deserving of it or deserving of me?
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Crumbling Curiosity~ By Amber E. Williams aka HeartMeDontHateMe
DiversosSome inner thoughts that formed into poetry, and short stories; Just out of curiosity.
