I bow to no one
In the past...now
Do you want me to beg at your spiked heel?
I am a wall of broken hearts
Strewn about with the fluids of lovemaking
But now I hang on the slightest fluctuation
Of your dulcet voice.
He doesn't know
She doesn't know
The tingle of our secret
Brings heat to the crook of me
When I taste you on the tips
Of my fingers.
Flashes of us
Up against the wall
You hold me like an egg
Then we are scrambled together.
Neck back, an open oyster
For me to swallow
Liquor and all
Taste of the sea on my lips.
You want me because I want you
And
Mostly
Because
He
Doesn't
Know.
Originally published December 2005 - "Naughty or Nice"