Pride Month 2020: hands, wrists, teeth

content warning: sexual references

it wasn’t meant to be like this.
it wasn’t your hands that should be around my waist,
or mine, on your chest.

soft touches of crumpled duvets and fingers curled around your wrist,
apprehension mingling with tension in the fraction of air between baited lips.

but as I feel my legs wrapping around you,
I carry the shame of the pretty girl between my teeth like a neanderthal,
until I swallow, and watch her become just another letter in an acronym.

I wasn’t meant to want this.

This isn’t who I should be.

But god I can think of nothing better,

Than the heat of your skin,

On me.

Photo by Emily Valletta

Categories: Poetry

Imy Brighty-Potts

I am the founder and editor of The Hysteria Collective, poetry writer, play lover and Philosophy and Politics graduate. Hobbies include wine, cheese and coffee. @imybrightypotts on Twitter. @imyiswriting on Instagram.

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