Pure

And no...
I am not composed of molasses and cream
Or milk and honey
Though I think I'd melt if you ever told me I was
And made me believe it was so...
I'm simply a creation
Concocted of cells
Made up of 70% water
So let it not be a surprise
When you hurt my heart
And in turn
Tears leak from my eyes....
I am merely human
70% water
And I just ask that you love me
It'd be an honor if you knew my body
Well enough so that
When we made love
If ever we made love...
I'd never have to direct or speak
Because you'd know when I needed that slow remix
Rewind
Breakdown on my clit...
And when I needed it full speed ahead
Climax in 27 seconds flat type shit
It would mean you actually put some time into me...
Like I put sometime in to me...
Because I can hit that spot accidentally
More times than not
And I know your body better
Than the privileged pair of panties that
You elect to wear on occasion that
I'm so grateful to remove
And when I wonder if you love me
And how to make you want me...
Want me again like you once did...
I find myself wanting to taste like
Honey and milk and cream and molasses...
And I realize
That would be a shame if I did...
Because the pure taste of
Mangoes and
Nectarines
Would be soaked in something that...
It's not
And what's more desirable than something pure?
Nothing and everything all at once apparently...
Thus I twiddle my thumbs
While writing this...
Waiting for more time to elapse...
Because I'm sure
The next time...
When you look at me
When you...
Talk to me
Kiss me
Taste my homegrown love...
You'll remember how pure I am
70% water
And remember that desire
Deep down in your heart
That I'm sure is still there
And reflect it back into my heart
Clearer than that of the
Bluest pond.