No matter how many times I make her mad
My way of apologizing is on my knees with my head between her soft thighs
Her cries of my name are her way of forgiving me.

I want to be attached on you as the scars on your body
Permanent on your skin with no way of erasing my semblance
Embracing the journey of your body and all its transformations
Embedded in your most intimate places I know secrets about you that I’ll always conceal.

It really shouldn’t bother me
That your skin tight dress has the delicious luxury of hugging those curves
It shouldn’t bother me that your jeans sit comfortably on that *** that I wish to feast on
I shouldn’t be bothered that your towel wraps around your wet body collecting every singlet of water that rolls down your skin
It shouldn’t bother me that your ******* catches the stream of your ***** juice
Can you blame me for wanting to experience you like they do?