Soft

Boy in my past
With the blue eyes
And the stubble you pressed against my chest as you kissed my breast
I’m glad we’ve parted
But I miss the way you felt pressed against my back
With your lips parted against my neck.

Girl in my bed
In my hands
In my mouth
I don’t know if I really have feelings for you
Or if I just want someone to hold.

And holdable you are.
I like your lips so much better than his
And I like your hips
Wide like mine
And your curves so plentiful and full
And I like to run my hands down your side and feel your waist.
And I like the way you smile and close your eyes.

It’s nice to feel like you’re not judging me.
But if feelings don't develop,
I don’t want to hurt you the way I hurt him
Even though he felt and seemed so hard,
We’re all soft.