THE FEELING OF SEX (or the search of love through making love)
I look back
to those times
and smile
they were great times...
but even though
those times
all those times
were great with pleasure
the memory of them
brings pain to my mind
i delivered myself
in flesh and spirit
every orgasm
every single one of them
came from the depth
of my insecure self
the more we made love
the more i gained trust
in my complexion
in my body
the more i opened myself
to believe i could be loved
for who i am
that the curves
the extra weight
the defects on my skin
were not seen
by the person that was making me
his...
i let my skin be branded
i let him dominate me
i enjoyed every time
and every single time
the climax was an ecstasy
and we reached climax
together
and, yes, i might still
feel his lips against my breast
his strength pushing
against me, inside me
i might miss
the sweaty way of
making love to him
it might have been wild
crazy, long-lasting sex
but it meant for me
making love,
trusting in someone
leaving insecurities behind
it meant more
than just sex
it was for me
the best experiences i had
ever had
and i’m not the girl
that spreads her legs to any man
and my body
might remember the pleasure
and my mind
might bring the memory back
of us together in bed
and it might hurt
and i miss it
but i miss the most
the cuddles
the hugs
the kisses
afterwards
lying next to him
bare naked
with all confidence
and feeling
accepted
and feeling
momentarily... loved
