Armor a poem submitted by ......for Shot Gun!

Armor

i hate my self for closing my eyes
and feeling your hands on my thighs
for picturing that look
of pure love
and holding onto that image
for the whole five seconds it lasted

we talked for hours that night
surrounded by candle light
and great music
before you melted me
with your hands
caressing crevices
long since neglected
i still giggle
when i think about tickling you
on that patch of gray hair
as i began to take my first licks
down there
i still feel you inside me
mentally
emotionally
physically
you always allowed me to take flight
but the wings you provided
always burned
when getting close to the sun

your love for me
was never in question
i know that you love me
as best as you can
but your best
is shaped by women
who never saw your true beauty
only what they could get out of you
so my loving
of the real you
the layers shadowed by stage lights
and hidden by sarcastic comments
is felt
but lost on the armor that holds you together
just as i melt in your arms