Am I less human
If I flaunt a lil' bit of skin
Or if I don't have a perfect belly
Like the one you see on TV
Am I less human
If I show some honesty
Letting words escape my lips carelessly
Am I less human
For being me?
The essence of me
Lies between the pages
I left blank
For you to paint them blue
The essence of me
Beneath the warmth of this sheet
That has turned cold
Over your absence
The essence of me
Traces the shape of your lips
As I stain them with mine
In bright cherry hue
The essence of me
That has long been forgotten
Gone with the wind
Once a part of you
moist
lips barely touch
soft whimper echoes
breaking the silence
moist
between the paradox of
cold sheet and sweaty palms
quiet morning and breathless moans
begging for your
sweet mercy