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This poem is about sex. (yeah, that got your attention) This poem is about sex. This poem is about love. This poem is about living in your sexuality instead of being afraid of it. This poem is about saying “fuck you” to everyone who told you it’s wrong. It’s dirty. It’s shameful. This poem is about the sin so natural it takes you to heaven on earth. This poem is about turning the key, finding your voice, making your own choice. This poem is about independence, decision, instead of buying into all their misery. Honestly. “Abstinence class” 150 pages of health text book telling you “

  Between her legs, lies something that every man seems to want.  A place where she should be able to call her own, between her legs.  She feels that men only want her, a true want, to have sex with her, and walk away.  The breasts she has, they gain stares from men passing by, tripping over themselves to find a chance to touch.  When will she stop being looked at, as an object of sex? when will a man see her as someone he may spend his life with?  Her hips curve, and she doesnt want your hands on them, if your just going to touch her skin.  She wants a man to touch her soul, not just touch her skin, and run his