By Julie Ann

My body’s mine
I know her well
I know her touch
I know her smell

I know the softness
And the tingle
Know the fireworks
Drums and cymbals

I know her skin
Her gentle breath
Her dark and lightness
Birth and death

I know my feelings
Bold and tender
Deep, explosive
Liquid rendered

I know my body
Tame and savage
Fleeting, loving
Lush and damaged

My body’s mine
My friend and lover
Enjoy your self
You’ll have no other

Julie Ann is a pansexual British writer who writes on themes of identity, mental health, relationships, and being human. She loves a good cup of tea.

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