Tasting yesterday (tw for sexual content):
You looked at my past and then you said that you'd be here.
You looked me in my eyes.
I wasn't an object this time.
I wasn't a toy.
You laid between my legs and you reminded me that I wasn't dead.
That if someone cared enough,
They could turn my broken cells,
I needed to be reminded that it's okay to feel good.
It's okay to be pleasured.
It's okay to let someone else take care of me.
It's just okay.