Being lesbian poem

Burn vanilla candles and ignore the scent of her perfume on your sheets. Listen I know she splits open your ribcage when she laughs and leaves you hollow. I know. You make a thousand metaphors about her with things that can never really compare with her but search them out anyway. If she is every single star then buy a telescope and watch the universe burn miles away. If she is dark and heaves with all the heart of the sea go taste ocean water and feel the salt on your tongue.
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Vast mists cover the Five Lakes. When her father found out about this, he bought up the remaining stock of the title and had them burned. My fingers climb, Trembling, provocative, the line of your haunches. My ingenious fingers wait when they have found The petal flesh beneath the robe they part. How curious, complex, the touch, this subtle art— As the dream of fragrance, the miracle of sound. I follow slowly the graceful contours of your hips, The curves of your shoulders, your neck, your unappeased breasts. In your white voluptuousness my desire rests, Swooning, refusing itself the kisses of your lips.
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Has this poem touched you? Share your story! I'm an MA at a doctor's office. I started this new job 1 year ago. My boss is a lesbian, my supervisor is a lesbian, and the RN is a lesbian.
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