Mindfucked part 2
that longs for warm fingertips
And breath on my neck or under my head.
But to hold a heart
That would rather keep its distance
From all but half a dozen names.
You can keep your logic and dissenting opinion.
Keep your dirt and hunger
And any other obligations.
I only want your lips on my cheek
And spine,
Your hands on my knee and thigh.
Sneak up my skirt
Like junior high shy,
Like you're still in awe of what's inside.
I'm tired of living in a body
That swells and dampens in the wrong places
At the wrong times.
While operating from a mind
Cast into shadow
By imagining all the ways
This could fail to satisfy.
So make it magic.
Spellbind the parts of my brain that matter
Before sending any signals to the receptors that can feel.
Convince me your touch is a medicine
So that I can heal.
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