Her skin,

Lost in the warmth of it,

Tangled in the softness of her lips.

Driven wild as her fingertips kiss my every nerve ending.

His eyes,

Mad for those radiant pools,

Gazing at me like stars peering down on the city from night skies.

Chiseled cheek in my hand, all else melts.

It’s not a preference, not a choice,

Born to love both –

Equal, different, embeded in my existence.

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I am openly bisexual, which has been difficult for some of my friends and family to understand. Moreso, since I have been in a committed, monogamous, relationship with my husband for the past 4 years. Out of frustration and a desire to explain how I can love a man and still be attracted to women (even if I no longer act on that attraction) I wrote this poem.