The world is my nemesis,
But I fight with you.
Still, you welcome my touch
Though you can't fathom me and are repulsed by
The demanding (You call it unfair) side of me.
You covet my love
And my confession of the same
While you thrash helplessly
In the ambiguity of whatever you and I are.
Our bodies meet and the warmth of your flesh
Caresses me
Soothing and relaxing the taunt muscles beneath the
Epidermis of my emotion. (Sic)
I am intoxicated by the taste of your mouth
And smell of your breath as
Tiny, salty, beads of moisture exude from your sweet flesh
Permeating my own wetness
As the friction between us grows less.
My hands touch you
All over.
And you are wet, warm, and pulsating with the need
To have me in you.
And I am unwilling and unable to deny you and what you are to me.
And I am reminded once more that I can never leave you
As long as your love is a haven for my wretched soul--
A buttress between me and a world that nauseates me.
And negates my ever being able to confess
That while my love for you is as real and as strong
As the love you give me
When the buttress cease to exist,
You are
Just another woman.
