Knowing What Is Going To Happen Poem by Zyw Zywa

I know what's going to happen
and that's great, I don't have to
pay attention, not to
worry about anything

not about my belly, my breasts
not about what I do
and what he wants me to do
It is all known

the kisses, the repetition
of caressing hands
the teasing delay
We can surrender

I like to see his face
when he doesn't know who he is
and neither I do
have thoughts about myself

when we are just driven
and see it, in each other's eyes
without secrets, only this way
is a person without secrets
- shameless