Kinky...?

We think about boys.We sometimes think about girls.We admire curves and peek behind tight jeans.We dream about things we aren't allowed to say out loud.We lust and love and blend everything into a joke.We dress ourselves in black clothes to hide red lace.We spot gorgeous people out of the corner of our eye and wish the world would stop right there,right then.We shamelessly watch racy art.We tell jokes that make us howl with laughter instead of blush.We can be so beautifully childish.We crave to be adored and feared.We listen to songs that teach our blood how to boil without erupting.We know how to use a mischievous smile as efficiently as soft loins. We don't need to be perfect to become beautiful.We are young and dumb and wonderfully alive.We don't need approval or permission.We dream about you while you dream about us.We can make a touch feel like Heaven.We hide tears and spread smiles.We need to learn that "myself" is really enough.We can show passion through a handful of words.We have our bodies as weapons.We fight with red lips and feline eyes.We change the world every day.We are blessed.We can be kinky too,you know.