sometimes I wonder
what it would be like,
to touch you.
too soft I think.
so soft and delicate.
maybe that’s why they
compare us to flowers,
we even smell as they do.
skin I already know.
fingers, hips, shoulders,
just like mine.
nothing different.
just as beautiful.
lips full of kisses.
it troubles me how intriguing
they have become.
tasting of lust, and want.
it’s so easy to make
you smile, and I like that.
but for some reason...
I can only smile for him.
