At what point was
my desired body
deemed unworthy
(undeserving even)
of tender speech?
I do not excite
over offers to be
banged or smashed --
then swept into piles
of Shame to be
used against me.
I will not get perky
for your fantasies
to nail or screw
my limbs, as if
they were tools
for building Ego.
I could never be thrilled --
demeaned by Dispassion.
What is this business,
if not for Pleasure?
Lover, drizzle me syrup
over whipped cream pillows
and steamy pancake beds.
Butter me between
hot sheets of Lust,
and I’ll melt for you.
Whisper sugar in my ear.
Baby, I don’t care
if it’s sweetener or cane,
so long as I’ve never heard
anything so savory.
Lick me long, honey,
and you will quickly learn:
I can be a lady of a Love language.
Treat me as so.
Jasmine Torres is a literature and writing student at University of California San Diego. It gives her great joy to read and create poetry as well as be part of a community that creates safe spaces for creators’ works. Jasmine likes to live her life as best she can with positive energy and love! You can follow her on twitter @relax_kiddo.