I’ll give you my heart

I’ll give you my time 

I’ll give you my body 

my juices 

my lips, my kiss, my tongue

my vulnerability 

the smell of me

on you

all day. 

Don’t wash your beard. 

You can have that. 

You can have 

my curves and my aggressiveness 

my desire for the way you smell 

my passion for this moment

The bruises you leave on me

you can have that part of my skin. 

my moans, specific to the way you 

bite the back of my neck 

my inhibitions. 

I’ll give you the deepest part of me,

I’ll let you inside me

my deep breathing 

I’ll let you have my lungs 

my whimpering exhales 

my clenched fists

my mind—

My sad, beautiful, conflicted mind, 

I’ll let you replace it with 

you. 

my body consumed with you. 

I’m am with you,

I surround you. 

take me. 

use me

I’m yours 

I’ll give you everything 

Except 

your attempt to own my sexuality

your need to control me

your desire to feel special 

becoming my responsibility,

love. 

your shame

your fears

every time you were too afraid 

to feel

your worth. 

It’s. 

yours

Your 

tragedy. 

This, my love, 

This is for you. 

This is your work. 

And I will not take it.