Being Me Inside

Posted: December 7, 2014 in Love, Poetry
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Trying to imagine

what that feeling might be,

to have me there

inside,

being the reason for your gasps,

only for the purpose

of pleasing me.

Wait a second,

and I might change my mind,

if suddenly in the throes of passion,

I see in your eyes a pleasure derived.

That might make it about us then,

less selfish,

more giving,

less selfish,

more giving,

less quest for your submission,

more delight in having provided you,

with a certain …

a piece of …

delicious and sensual, satisfaction.

Maybe then I might finally understand

why you sometimes make it so difficult

to let me inside. I respect that.

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