Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
A place where she should be able
to call her own, between her legs.
She feels that men only want her,
a true want, to have sex with her, and
walk away.
The breasts she has, they gain
stares from men passing by, tripping
over themselves to find a chance to touch.
When will she stop being looked at,
as an object of sex? when will a man
see her as someone he may spend his
life with?
Her hips curve, and she doesn't
want your hands on them, if your
just going to touch her skin.
She wants a man to touch her soul,
not just touch her skin, and run his fingers
where they do not belong.
What made these men think, she
is just a sex object, a toy that could be
put on display, and taken whenever they
like.
Between her legs, lies something that
every man seems to want.
Proud she is though, that she hasn't
given in, hasn't let a man touch where
he shouldn't be.
She feels men looking, wanting her
for an object just for sex, an object
that men can thrust, and walk away,
when all she wanted was to be held.
She is no object for sex, so close your
mind, and forget what you want, she is
a woman, she deserves more respect.
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The authors comment: a poem for women who feel that all men want them for is to have sex with them, to toy with their emotions, and to get up and leave after they make a deposit, and roam areas that dont belong to them but for a moment. just some things im thinking about at this current state, and things ive been thinking about for the past two or three days.
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