I want to feel this again.

Forbidden fruit
you can't help but taste
raw and carnal
unadultered by media
or social normalities

feel soft lips
butterflies covering
every inch of my
growing exposure of skin

hand graze
every spot
like they were meant
for me even though
it could be anyone

you tell me softly
that you can make up
for areas you lack
scars that just won't fade

and you prove it
bending my will
to your very command
making me moan

with anticipation
I can't
won't
give in to my body's demands

not yet.
not now.

but in time
when your butterfly kisses pierce my core
and your mouth on my viens breaks
all internal self consciousness

then

then I will become

yours