Your Body is For You

You can makeout with anyone you want to

I want the world to know

Just make out, cuddle, touch, it's not that serious quit making it so serious

Holding it away from yourself

Play

Play on the floor like puppies

Like children

Like adults in a pool

Do you need the water

The jelly

The creamed corn for wrestling?

Does it have to be so overdone

So sexualized

Do you have to be drunk at a bar for a stranger to spank you

For you to let yourself like it and want it

Is all your play shameful

Cheating

Unfaithful

Wrong

Does it pose a threat to your stability

To touch another human and let your fleeting human body be touched?

Does it require negotiations

Or else inebriants

For you to exchange intimate contact with another

Does it imply a contract?

Does it violate another contract for you to use your dying body while it is still living to feel what it can

You need ASMR because nobody purrs in your ear

For all it would mean if they did

You need a weighted blanket because your friends do not sprawl upon each other, casually, like animals

No

Hold yourself upright

In a bubble

At night when you are alone, let an object slake your craving

Soothe your shaking

Put a bandaid on your deprivation

Lie in your tower

Weighted down for the narrative

Awaiting a prince.