The warmth of your body
The taste of your lips
The sound of your breathing
The embrace of your hips
Our bodies in motion
Our hearts are in sync
Our chests pressed together
As they rise and sink
Soft is your whisper
So tender your touch
My body is trembling
While held in your clutch
I can feel you inside me
As you thrust from within
And with one last sigh
My body does in
...
Now slow is our breathing
Our bodies are weak
Our hearts break the silence
Of words we can't speak.
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I wrote this poem when I was 15, before ever experiencing a consensual sexual encounter.
My womanhood was ripped from me long before ever having a chance to reach it, and now, at age 26, I've finally reclaimed it.
It is my body.
My love to give.
My pleasure to receive.
My right to decide.
My choice to say no.
