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Who knows
she needs pain and discipline
to center her
Who appreciates
that when shes dead tired
shes playful
Who protects her
from all of the hurt
that she lets in from the world
Who knows
she needs tender care
to soothe her
Who can
make her feel
scared and secure at the same time
Who knows
that making her think
is the biggest turn on of all
Who lets her
run off and flirt
then pulls her in their arms
and shows everyone who she belongs to
Who knows
she needs to be bound
to free her
Who cherishes
her loyalty and heart
because of how freely she has given them
Who takes
her out of her own head
by creating a world for just them
Who knows
she needs to hurt
to feel loved
Who is willing
to pick up the pieces
when she falls apart
Who lets
her inside
so she can help heal
Who knows
when shes angry or sad
she needs to be pushed not coddled
Who listens
as she purrs
or when she vents about her day
Who recognizes
that she isn't weak
but makes her feel breakable
Who knows
she needs to give
to show her affection
Who makes
her serve faithfully
because she wants to
Who realizes
that she would do just about anything
to simply see them smile
It isn't her fantasy or desire, its simply who she is
~~~
you mentioned a few of the things he didnt, Good work. TK U MLJ LV NV
This is a wonderful poem. Who says what a poem has to consist of to be a poem by their preset standards? Poetry is what one feels. How you put it into words is what makes it beautiful. Everyone has typos and punctuations don't always carry through in a cut and paste or an upload. Your poem spoke to me and I feel explains quite perfectly the multitude of emotions a woman feels when she wants someone to understand her needs.
for the feedback. When I was writing this I was just in a terrible place and wasn't really paying attention at all to how it was structured. This was less of a poem and more of a list of thoughts that I needed to get out. As to the "their" situation, it originally said his, but because my girlfriend was reading it I changed it to be gender neutral as not to offend her.
As far as whoever sent me the comment about how I deserve to flunk out of Med school because I'm wasting my parents money by being a stoner and in a sorority and whatnot -
I pay for my own tuition because I also work while being in school (no i'm not a stripper.) As I am a fully functional being I've swung working 20 hours a week, while being a full time Deans List student and the president of my cultural sorority. Just because you couldn't hang, doesn't mean we are all such pussies.
Overall thanks for reading. This is the first time I've written anything in years so I appreciate the criticism.