The blatancy of physical need, it leaves no room for timid or shy. I have come to the understanding that I was raised as a prude, and a ladylike prude at that.
It took some unwarranted self doubt to start helping the cause, and my other half while not demonstrating a great deal of patience, fed the ego of desire to keep it like my hair, a blazing fire.
Behind crimson brown eyes,
A desire so pure and true;
It takes refuge in the security that innocence buys,
Causing uninhibited moments to be few,
To know me well you would be forced to see,
I am a wreck of confusing instruction,
Telling me who and what I should be,
It was the perfect set up for my personal destruction,
My approach to adult passions,
Has been a submissive mail order bride,
I was forever told, seductive enticing is unladylike actions
My libido thought it was okay to hide,
His desires are adamantly demanding,
My innocence portrays a sweet young girl
And his desire takes on a sergeant’s repeated commanding,
The anxiety of it all invokes a hurl,
As the universe has it’s way with my spirit,
I bloom like morning glory,
It is slowly taking away the fear in it
Leaving opportunity for a different story.
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