Puberty

Virgin I am
innocently learning how to please.
Tear my doors wide open
mesh the alcoholic daze with sex.
I taste the scent of us, it lingers on my lips
as we kiss.
I adore this price of giving
though my prince
has not gone through puberty yet.
Not ready to take the throne
Alone since his family all died
he comes to me, ardent, eyes blood shot
not sure of what ruling his kingdom means.
Doesn't let anyone tell him what to do
he doesn't even know how to
tell himself anything.
Pure I am, when he rests at night.
I just look like and angel, timid persay
wild inside his anatomy
trapping harder his stress
inside my gut, screaming in pain
burning with repetitious movements.
Walk away now , baby
go play with someone
dirtier and weaker.
I hope she can't speak so you can talk
play from your soul with her.
King under my rule, under my skin
so deeply, family oriented, whatever
pat my back, scratch my scabs,
high-five, too late, I can't
for when you turn to the other woman
she's better.
But you'll be lost
prince still a boy, won't last because
your definition is my dictionary of
words, tastes, scents, sounds,
sweats, sights, tricks, worlds.
Baby, you'll be king under my rule.
Happy I am, a virgin queen
ready to be torn apart
truthfully.
I will let you know who you are
teach to take on this kingdom
cry as I watch
beautiful music from your throat
spread like polen in the breeze.
I will grow fuller breasts
to feed our kids.
Sing, for I am now a woman found
although we are both still lost
ruling lust and love so well.
The shoe fits
in the midst of pretending we'll be
great parents, that we are so grown up
getting cut open
by rocks thrown at our forheads
walking our own way
loosing virginity before we even knew
condoms existed for protection
from life's transmitted diseases.