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Say It

There's an unspoken word that antagonizes its existence.  
Every molecule within it every atom screams this omnipotent noun  
That perfectly describes what it already knows you to be.  
Why aren't you?  
Don't you want to be?  
If it said it. Would it cause harm?  
Would it not be the truth?  
What will it change?  
It doesn't want to ruin this.  
If it can confess its love for you why not say this?  
Ugh why won't You make it so.  
Tell it please who are you to it?  
Please say it. Make it real.  
Make it complete.  
It needs to hear it.  
This tension drives it insane.  
In bed it whispers it as if you could hear and it would get in trouble.  
Do you desire it as much as it does?  
Its scared to know the answer.  
Its afraid that it already knows the response.  
It's such a big commitment to make.  
It feels like if it wasn't sure. It wouldn't be able to confess it now.  
It wants to be ready. But it knows only you would know when it truly is.  
It doesnt want to embarrass itself in front of the only person that it would even matter.  
It doesn't want to hear that its not there yet.  
It fears it would break its heart.  
What would you make it do for it?  
Must it first be initiated?  
Is that why you've postponed?  
Does apprehension drive this or strategy?  
Make a list and it will accomplish it all.  
Make your demands  
It will fulfill every single one of them  
Just say it. Give it the okay.  
It's right on the tip of its tongue waiting.  
Causing its mouth to water and its taste buds to tingle.  
As sweet as its first piece of candy.  
Maybe if it's in another language it can get away with it.  
Are you not God?  
How brilliantly sadistic of you to tease it
Knowing that these fingers that slip in its mouth as it day dreams are Yours. These thighs that squeeze these hands as curl into fetal position dosing off to bed. Yours. These breasts that it squeezes in the shower as its eyes roll back to feel Your essence. All of me belongs to You. The moment you choose to say so it no longer has a say so.  
It was already collard and It doesn't think it even realized.
Written by MotDi (ConcubinaSumisa)
Published | Edited 28th Dec 2023
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