For the love of rimming

 

I mean

When he goes down there

He’s going against everything we were told was wrong with us

And he’s doing it for me

He's doing it from lust and desire

 

Sure id like to hold hands in public

Meet someone's parents

Cuz thats what i was told love and caring looks like

But it's not always allowed for us

Why hold hands

when it could get us beat up

Why meet parents that didn't support

 

Behind closed doors

He goes past places we were made to feel dirty for

To feel shame for

Where exactly does the dirt and shame begin?

Where does it end?

Is it where the shit is? Or where the shit has been? 

Were you so full of shit 

you had to lay it on someone else

 

The love act of doing anal

Of letting someone take you doggystyle

The vulnerability of having someone else's body parts inside you

Penetrating your hole and intestine

The parts you need to function daily

The trust of letting someone else in

Were we ever learnt how to?

Emotionally

 

The ritual of preparing 

Body parts you weren't supposed to share

The filling and releasing of water

The longing, anxiety and care

 

Like others plan their future kids names

Wedding locations, weekend activities with their families

Like others get to be picky dating

choosing to be independent, focus on their career or whatever

 

We have a selection of sexual orientations

Different locations to fuck outside of beds

A variety of guys willing to just give head

To swallow cum and release tension for a while

 

Maybe it's our way of survival

To blow off steam

Mindfuckness and selfesteem

It's in the ass and dick

Its in the suck, fuck and lick

 

Maybe it's in our freedom

From already being outside the norm

From the act of fucksociety

Maybe it's a part of finding ourselves

Finding how we belong with everyone else

 

The love act of rimming

Letting go control

Turning someone around

Having access to that place where the back ends

And ass begins

Two buttocks separate and rise

The crack in between

The hairs growing like arrows

Like road signs saying ‘’It’s here’’

The warmth and sweat from skin towards skin

The tension and anticipation between us

When both hands hold a cheek each

To slowly open up

The breathing against the anal

Tongue and lips against the landing spot

The relaxing, trusting and entering

 

How often do you look over your shoulder

With fear of someone getting closer?

 

Come closer

Come inside

Say ‘’yes baby’’ ‘’more’’ or ‘’please fuck me’’