Keep It In Your Pants 

My virginity
a security blanket,
I keep at the foot of my bed.

It doesn’t shield me from loneliness, 
It’s purely for show.

I imagine limbs tangled in that blanket.
Our breathes mingling to create dream clouds.

Legs combining like tree roots.
A tentative hand and trembling lips, 
The tangible reality of my nerves.

Sooth me with my favorite line from Jane Austen, 
Darling I just might love you.

Hips grind against hips

We’re two halves of a love poem.
You, the undying love
Me, the inevitable disappointment.

Poetess Dee

IG:@poetess_dee

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