You Make Love To Me With The Lights On

Joel Sossa
Joel Sossa

You make love to me with the lights on
So I’m forced to face my own weird fleshy cage
But now it doesn’t feel like that
My body is no longer the asylum I can’t check out of
My body finally feels like that temple everyone talks about
And my God, do I want to be worshipped

You make love to me with the lights on
You touch every piece of me so lovingly
Leaving a trail of kisses tracing my heartlines
You watch my insecurities melt away with each breath
My scars and cellulite and nervous ticks seep out
And just mix with our combined sweat

You make love to me with the lights on
And my body is mine – I lay claim to these limbs

You make love to me with the lights on
And I can fill all the space between my bones with love not fear

You make love to me with the lights on
And I make love to you with all of me. TC mark

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