Body Language

You beckon to me.
Uncertain, and vaguely guilty.
And how you "know how I feel - but",
I can feel the urgency grip you.
And how we "don't have to if...",
I can feel the expectation.

You touch me,
Too gently,
I can feel the inexperience.

Do you expect me
Suddenly to tell you
If you can.
Or suddenly to let you
If you can't.

body languagedamaging relationshipslove's tempestshort poemvaginismus

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Fri 30th Apr 2021 21:03

Thank you Nigel for commenting 🌷


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Nigel Astell

Fri 30th Apr 2021 01:34

Unsure at what to do
the poem says
it is possible
only if you want.

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Aviva Rifka Bhandari

Thu 29th Apr 2021 21:59

Thank you Ghazala and Stephen for commenting 💕

Thanks also to everyone who clicked 'Like' for this poem 💐

This is one that sometimes makes me wonder 'is it really a poem?'
I can hear myself answer too (two answers): "It is" and "It isn't"

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Stephen Gospage

Thu 29th Apr 2021 18:16

A fine poem of experience.

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Ghazala lari

Thu 29th Apr 2021 10:43

Confusing signals😂

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