things i'd never say

that my earlobes and neck love to be licked and sucked, that it makes me weak when my belly is rubbed, like the wholeness everyone seeks. that hickeys are lovebites i'd give myself if i could, because i love it and i hate it and it makes me feel good. that tongues are little cleansers that instead of wiping away the dust, they cover you with a slick hot cradle and a belly of lust. that when you're tickled inside without anyone outside gently pushing at your skin, you can feel your conscious mind shrink and start to get thin. that my breasts are not handles whcich to tug on and just because i'm a girl doesn't mean you need to go inside to turn me topsy-turvy and broken on the inside. that love to me is not just mental, even if i'm a girl, with bigger insides that work when i want them to, doesn't mean i can appreciate the pleasure that i get from you. love takes up both worlds, the inside and out, but not they try to focus on the in, our minds try to zoom into our small hearts of tin. it's not like i'll say no and that's it not any fun when i close my eyes and whisper the words i'll never say to someone.