Stab at Poetry

Here is an attempt at a poem. It is a look at a side of myself I do not share with people, but I have decided it is time to show more vulnerability in my writing. Hope you all enjoy.


Her thighs, like honey, thick and sweet

moved with the steady, pulsating beat.

I let my eyes speak, for I have nothing good to say

about the fluffy girl moving to the music, in that way.

I was taught to be nice, even when I want to be mean.

It took all of my strength not to say something obscene.

The movements made every inch of my skin crawl

and as the jiggling continued, I wanted away for it all.

But, the matter of the fact is a mirror doesn’t lie.

I had to watch my reflection and continue to try.

For my heart belongs to music, with the steady, pulsating beat.

 And one day, I might believe my thighs are like honey, thick and sweet.



Author: samanthafn82

I am forever creating worlds within my mind and place them on paper when I cannot take it anymore. My muse is the vibrant life around me, from the icy blue sky above to the humming of Earth beneath my feet. I live to tell a great story and amuse everyone around me.

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