I know what you will probably say, father/mother/creator.
You tell me my wildest, best fantasies are dirty sins.
Kept me locked up in loneliness or groomed by men.
These “so good” religious men only groom their favorite girls.
While I, another woman, can’t kiss a woman I truly love.
I love femininity, father/mother/creator!!!
Kept it bottled up or else I’d be burning in hell.
Struggled inner turmoil but never dared to say it aloud.
How beautiful women and femininity are for me.
Their long legs and long, flowing hair wrapped around me.
My wildest, dream fantasises outside of yourself.
But we know it will never come true because mother nature.
I sometimes wish I could just burn, burn, burn.
Burn down my life as a infertile girl, starting afresh.
Burn down my life as the “hell is a teenage girl”.
I can never feel her long, flowing hair against me.
Why?
Because my father in heavens will condemn me.
Like a child being forced to marry a man in the distance.
I’m forced to be alone for life.