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[exdeusex]

I hate you
but I think I love your vagina.

My own, dark and mysterious between my thighs
only seen twice a year, days of mirrors and no special occasion
My own seems so far away, pressed into your sheet
I can feel a stirring, but is it really in my sex?
If not in my core, from the tips of my cuticles
to the moles on my back, all my lows and peaks

I stare into your sex
and look up when you say 'stop freaking.
'Aren't you supposed to be faggot?'
And I don't think that word
should be anywhere near
something as lovely as this
smooth slick dark purples
subtle blood and gentle understanding
I lean forward and press my lips
to the center. I need to love
your vagina like it needs to be loved

'What's this?' I ask, pulling at a fleshy petal
You stop, drag hanging from your lips, unlit
'I don't know. Lick it.'
and I that's just what I do, smoke curls
around my ears but all I can smell is you
I press my tongue against the small bud
feeling the smallest shiver
brush against my wet breath
which hangs heavier
then this delicate heat

Your rough fingers tangle in my hair
sliding grease through the strands
and your lazy 'yeah' disgusts me
through and through
but I think if I was a lesbian
that'd be okay
because I hate you
but damn.