Your Hand in Marriage
Once upon a time,
Sex never crossed my mind.
I never wanted to find love,
And I never wanted to be "owned".
I was happy as a single,
Proud of my virginity--
Until I met my abuser,
And they took that from me.
Ever since coming home,
Only three months ago,
I've been craving a body
As if I don't have one of my own.
Any person who peeks my curiosity
Becomes an object of sexual monogramy:
I play out scenes inside my head,
Wishing I had someone in my bed.
Twentysix years I've lived but I'm just getting started:
My passion for life and love and lust are ignited:
I feel like a child and sometimes like a man,
(And just so you know I'm great with my hands):
But I don't care what I am as long as I'm yours:
No I'm not talking to you;
You don't understand:
I will be with anyone who fully extends to me their hand.