~ Then whose ~
If it’s not his touches that belong to me,
if it’s not his touches that can fix what I need to feel
then whose is it?
as I lie here tonight, trying to take back what’s mine?
As I see there are not many options in the sea of immorality
that lives out there,
where am I suppose to turn
to find a gentle hand?
A man whose mind does not destroy what I want?
to enjoy in the same pleasures
recognizing all the treasures,
how will I be saved from going out of my mind
for keeping in all these years
the standards of my virtues?
I understand the fight has to come,
what I see is real
‘But’
does my body have to pay the price this way?
Not one night do I get an answer to what it needs;
If it’s not his hands that can fix it
then whose?
About the Creator
Jennifer Cooley
I've been writing as long as I could hold a crayon! Remember writing my first story like it was yesterday at 5. I remember the details of the day, location, time, excitement & where the story was preserved for all time! Lots Born From That!
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