Love Story

He sits in my tummy
Feeding my hunger with raw lust
It’s not love
But I love him
It’s not solidarity
It’s a freedom instead
It’s a union
Its inviting
It’s exciting
And I like it
And I want it
I want to hold it
I want to mold it around my body
I want to be held by him
Have my insecurity stroked away
He feels like the richest boyfriend I might ever know.

Bears Rebellion 10/12/14

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