her touch is so inviting
but I cannot give in
ive been taught since I was little
that this feeling is a sin
but to smell her hair
and to feel her skin
I cannot, not want this
I want only to give in
in silence we will kiss
a moment to an hour
I am so weak in her presence
she holds a higher power
I love her with my hands
she loves me with her mouth
we will never be forgiven
we will travel way down south
in hell I may be happy
in heaven I wouldn’t know
but if it means I will have her
then I don’t care which way I go
*while i may not personally think this way and be straight. i wrote this to those who've thought about it and for the ones who are. to show them and the bigots against them that its about love. and nothing else. this is for anyone who's ever loved anyone else with such a passion that it didnt matter what others thought. that it the only thing that mattered was the deepest kind of love you can have for another person. that is what this poem means, dont analyze it any more than that...
Abby Wesson
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lesbians-gays-and-experimentors/