_____ by Rebecca Strait

sometimes i want to stop you
sit you down
and tell you in my most familiar way
that i love you and still need you
and want you to stay

sometimes i want to hold you
and tell you of the pleasure that i receive
running my fingers through your hair
or of the joy that overcomes me
(during the mental games that we play)
that lights up our underwear

i want to break through
to your unspeakable silence
and tell you that it is okay
that you can love me, sweet thang,
even though i am already taken
any day......

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