The Monstrosity of My Tongue Is Not Yours
Is not yours
And so where does this leave you?
A dark corner of my heart shown to you
You can sit here with me
Feel the warmth under body hair I don’t shave
You can kiss me
Ask if I will grant you my lips
They are for the taking
Only so I can have everyone else’s
Yet
You cannot have my tongue
.
My tongue lashes out
Gets out of the way of my screams
Sucks my teeth as I try to hold it still
Does not like the feel of slime on it
(Doesn’t want the competition)
Bites back
Curses
Lies
Licks
Leaving marks on tasted collarbones
Likes to slip against another
.
Where will my tongue lead you?
To sin
To monstrosity
To the key of misery
locked in my mouth
They will call you a sinner
They will call you a heathen
You will enjoy the insults
You will enjoy where my tongue takes you
You will not have it to yourself
It is not yours
About the Creator
Ariana GonBon
30yo bi Xicana. There's always more to write about, in more interesting ways than white men.
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