The Secret Rules Poem by Zyw Zywa

The Secret Rules



A teenager again, ignorant
of what I want, confused
of all kinds of things, seeking
what I need
and discovering what not

I dream of freedom
and still wish to learn
the secret rules
of sex, the interplay
of eyes, skin, and hands

how to step across the threshold
and expose myself
with another person
to the mystery
of maturity

Thursday, December 26, 2019
Topic(s) of this poem: sex
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Collection "It takes a lot of tries to make a début"
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