i don't want you to pin my hands up,
i want you to hold them.
i don't want your fingers inside me,
i want them around my waist.
i don't want you to kiss me everywhere,
i want your lips with mine.
i don't want to have sex with you,
i want to make love.
ㅡ Can We Make Love?
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Sunflower Stories
PoetryI bend whenever skies turn black. I lose some petals when it's dark. Even so, I'd rise again when morning comes, and darkness ends. ㅡ Sunflower
