sexuality

So it's early Sunday morning

and he's sleeping next to me

once again caught up

in the rapture of my sexuality

he can't say no

and i wont let him go

why should i?

He give me business

every time--

i ain't gone lie

everything else has fallen apart

and in the rubble

lies pieces of my heart

given to him

to create us

the thought saddened me

but i only want his touch

anyone else just wouldn't feel right

after the escalation of every fight

and the words that cant be taken back

i exert my sexuality

and let him get from the back

recanting every statement i made

just moments before

between every apology

im screaming

"give me more"

as he places his seed with me

i accept it willingly

knowing it was only gifted

because of my sexuality