The Physical Stuff
I know that when you are young your supposed to want to cling to your parents
but when I was young all I wanted to do was be independent.
I didn't want to hold my mother's hands. I'd pull them away everytime she tried.
Whether is was to cross the street or simply be mother and daughter togther.
I didn't let her. Access was denied.
It's funny because now that I'm 21, All I want to do is reach out for my mother's
hands but I'm grown now.
So I don't get hugged anymore.
I don't get the offer to hold her hands anymore.
This time I would take it eagerly.
Because I now know life doesn't give many second chances.
My mother loves me of course. She shows it in other ways now.
I crave that physical touch more than anything else...
I get excited off of HUGS, AND Weak knees off of KISSES.
And SEX to me is two passionate souls diving into
each others bodies and colliding.
Copyright © Shahana Jackson | Year Posted 2010
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