one less line

it's tough growing up an idealistic catholic girl

melting
lip on lip on lip
caressing
shoulder blade to hip
not guessing where the lines will fall away
we'll cross them all one day, i fear
i hear your breath sounds
heavy
every exhalation levies
more temptation
degradation seems a petty price to pay
i want your way
i want your all
i wish to god i could enthrall you
etch my image
in your heart
but i feel all your thoughts depart
and i become a toy to you
flesh and breasts all misconstrued
as meat
i can't compete
with the heat and sweet nirvana
that my body
presses on you
pressing on me
what could i do
but give in