I remember how she used to tell me what to do,
Always pushing me to choose what is right and proper
Bored me with her saintly ways when all I wanted
Was to lean in for one more kiss, for the feeling to
Take me “too far”, get “caught up in the moment”,
Explore wildly what was not mine, how I wanted
To pretend that I could possess it, rather than properly
Planting pouted lips upon his, pulling back questioning
When I should have been running wet hands through his hair
Snatching him close, thrusting tongue to tongue
Until I whimpered at the joy of him, thought I had a power then
But grown now, not thinking anymore, but certain
That though I cannot keep, I can captivate, entrance,
With the most amazing quality one can control.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem