When Tenderness Meets Resistance

You tell me all the things I need to hear,

like how much like you my face,

the words that come out of my mouth,

how you like my hips and stomach,

the two things I used to hate about myself.

I wish I could warn you

not to get yourself in trouble, dear,

by saying the right things to me

when we both know that this is going to turn out wrong.

But I don’t want you to go,

because I’m so helplessly in lust with you,

so I’ll use my lips for others things instead.

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