Sleeping with strangersA Poem by Makayla
I like to have sex in the backseat of strangers cars because at least I know what they're hands are reaching for. We'll rendezvous at midnight in your grandparents car, no real words said down the empty dirt road. He'll say he might know a spot as if this was his first time. I'll pretend like it is also mine. Its just a part of the script. No questions just light hums to Michael Jackson. This is not about romance or love. This is self medication. This is the purest form of appreciation you can find. It is saying I do not know you or myself but I'll wrap myself around you and though, you do not love your body, I'll let you explore mine. This is real vulnerability.
It is easy to know a person, to say you love someone, but can you make love to someone you don't know. Can you you open yourself up without showing anything at all? Some say this is unhealthy but I see no cons, I mean who are you to tell me this is wrong when your right hasn't made things right at all. I'm just saying a strangers Honda civic feels more like home than my lovers hand, I know it doesn't make sense to you but try to understand. They ask nothing of me, other than me, flesh and sweat, purely feeling like a woman for a single moment. There is no thinking, no trust. It's animalistic instincts acting on lust. We all have our vices, and I'm not in it for the sex. I mean it's nice and all but there's something about the silence on the drive home after all is done thats so calming. After We’ve filled our cracks and empty spaces with each others breath praying not to fall apart by the morning. Our hearts racing each other's seeing who's will give out first. We lock the doors to our bodies and set alarms in our mind. Not thinking about it again. So how about Next week same time? © 2016 MakaylaReviews
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Added on May 17, 2016Last Updated on May 17, 2016 Tags: Sleeping with strangers, sex, love, empty, ofmiceandmisery Author
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