I was sitting at the leg of your chair,
Submissive and naive;
catering out of love.
You looked at me from a thousand feet in the air.
Head shaking.
I needed softness;
not to be babied.

You wanted a woman,
not to see a metamorphosis.

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Despite thoughts and denial,
A body can know where it belongs,

and the mind will blindly follow
confused, allured, and there for the scenic ride.
Limited experience a cocoon.

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One day you’ll profess.
It’ll all make sense, 
and the puzzle will be ruined.

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I will not describe it with words,

but stupid actions.
 — — — — — — — -

I still masturbate to confidence.

After all,

there is an art to wearing hot pink

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But I learned If looking down makes me dizzy, I should not do it.