Yes

I want it like that.

With the lights on.

With your hands full.

With your mouth pressed against every part

they told me I should hide.

I want the stare.

The grip.

The moan that escapes

before you even mean to let it go.

Because I know what this body does.

I know how it feels

to be touched like a secret

but I’m done being whispered.

Say it loud.

Say it with your palms,