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I'll never forget the way your hand brushed over my face as you whispered, "you deserve
great things"
A slow grin spread across your lips
almost as if you meant it
what you really meant was I deserve great things
from someone who wasn't you
I know my belly is far too soft
and my stretch marks decorate my waist and thighs like battle scars
thick thighs and brown eyes
I know you don't desire these things in a woman
but I thought maybe one day you could love them in the same way I love the marks your
brother left on your skin
or in the same way that I love the way your back muscles writhe when you're inside me.
What I lack in beauty I make up for in tenderness
and I promise you that no other woman will be able to capture
the way the morning sun glistens on your face before you've even had a chance to rub the
sleepiness out of your eyes
in the same way I can
I'll write symphonies about the way your voice deepens when you desire me and paint pictures
of the spark that ignites your eyes when you talk about your plans for the future
I'll spell out the beauty of your moans and sketch the way you place your leg over mine
and I promise no other woman will make you her muse
the center of her being
her beloved
in the same way I can
One day we will lose touch
another missed connection
but you will remember me
you'll remember the way I let you fall asleep on the softness of my chest
and how I never told anyone that sometimes you're the one that needs to be cradled
you wont't be able to forget the way I held your face while our lips touched
or the way I placed kisses across your skin in it's entirety and massaged your aching
muscles until they molded against my fingertips and you breathed a sigh of relief
you'll remember my thick thighs and brown eyes
I'll reside in the quiet recesses of your mind
and five years from now when you're having routine sex with your new fiancé and you're
wondering why it lacks passion and why her moans are disingenuous
I will be there
my thick thighs and brown eyes
you'll remember my book of poetry
and how my pen painted pictures in your mind
and you'll wonder if you're in that book
if I've painted pictures of you in that book
what they would look like
and you'd wonder if my slanted brown eyes still crinkle at the corners when I smile
and if you would still feel the same wrapped in my thick thighs
and maybe then you'd realize
twenty two isn't too young to find the things you're looking for
and you'll wonder where I am
and what could have been
but I'll be off receiving my great things I deserve
from someone who isn't you.