not (completely) white girl problems

Nothing compares to you. With just your tongue you can force me into a painful submission. You keep us all like flowers by your side, letting us wilt but watering us just enough to keep us alive. You are the sun and we turn our heads like sunflowers in your direction no matter where we are. I let others slide into my mouth and all i can think is well, they're no you. And what's in it for me? For I'm the one you've never managed to please, not even when you'd whisper to me "tell me what you want", and in pleasing you i'm tireless. I've never left you unattended. Never brushed against your hard and laughed it out. No. It is mine. You are here and it is mine. I will swallow it. In that moment in time, all your strength as a man, as a species will run down my throat, the tears down my cheeks and your sweat past your neck. In that moment it is you that submits to me and i cradle your magic inside me with a smile. I care not who you'll look at tonight. You're still inside me.