I’m never sure what to tell you when you talk about sex
I advise caution, I advise consent
I suggest marriage and love and finding yourself first.
But things don’t happen in a straight line,
And armoring you for battle matters more than keeping you in a tower to yourself.
So, if I don’t know what to tell you, I’ll tell you the truth,
You don’t have to be perfect, I just hope that you’re safe.
A warmth and a tingle between your thighs isn’t Hell you’ll burn yourself with,
And I know that we sometimes regret the food we put on our plate.
But you should always have the choice whether or not to eat,
Always have the choice of when to stop chewing.
I’d rather you have strong teeth
Than to never gather cavaties.
Admire yourself, fawn over your skin, love your womanly hips.
But let yourself still be a child, leave room for your own youth.
Not because purity comes from keeping your legs closed,
But because bruises come from trip ups,
Cuz mess-ups make good lessons,
Because whomever you decide to lay with (and does the same with you)
Doesn’t that make you a bad person.
Now, my love, all I know is to tell you the truth,
Do whatever the hell you want, but take care.
There’s monsters out there.
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