Getting honest

Lust isn't like

And 

Like isn't love

And even tho

It may feel like my heart

Is a mourning dove 

Being shoved 

Into the front of a pick up truck 

While grieving 

You

I need to understand 

I need to know

That 

Just because you want me

Doesn't mean you want me

You want to dominate 

A part of me

Which isn't okay

Object sexuality

If you're going to materialise me 

Make me the gold watch you can't live without 

The watch you rely on 

The watch that creates time 

The watch you create time for in your day 

Even if it is 10 seconds 

To make sure it's okay 

To make sure it is well enough 

To guide you on your way 

Let me dance

I am sweeter then honey

I guess some have a taste for the bitter

Maybe most are addicted 

To the sharp tingle they get 

When someone marches

on their tongue 

Why let someone march

When you could let someone dance 

Maybe they marched until they made you numb

So now you would rather they stomp because the pain of knowing you can't taste my soft sweet footsteps 

Tickling your taste buds 

Is too much to bare