By Definition
im so feminine
i don’t have two round
sensual orbs of flesh with
perky n*****s just yearning
for the brush of a fingertip or
tongue-my cups unfortunately don't runneth
over
i race my hands along the maddening
straight coastline of my body and
just marvel at my lack of curves
neither jutting hips nor fleshy calves-
i’m sinewy
my mother once said i had a dancer’s or
swimmer’s body
i don’t have an a*s that’s in danger of
being grabbed or pinched
nothing to shake as music blares out of
my stereo’s speakers
not a wiggle or a jiggle
a lover once spanked it and his hand never
bounced back
i do have long, thick, wavy black hair that some
people pay thousands of dollars for
it’s been in one or multiple ponytails
i’ve went the cornrow route
the best is when i go down on my man and
my hair just tickles and teases;
the sensation of my hair against his shaft drives him wild
my lips are not collagen enhanced-they are naturally
juicy baby!
i could swap spit for days…
my eyes draw so much attention
i could never have a blank stare-and i’ve never been
able to hide my feelings because my soul is so
exposed when anyone looks into my eyes…
i don’t want to have a swimmer’s or dancer’s body
i don’t want my hands to run so damned straight down my body
i’m not fragile or weak, but i am soft
i don’t want this appendage between my legs any longer
make me who i already am inside
a woman!