What I need to learn.
To do.
Is develop a poker face (becauseI'mtired,ohsotired,ofpeoplegettingthebetterofme).
What I need to do.
Is act.
Like I don't give a shit (evenwhen,inmyheartofhearts,Icareaboutitmorethananythingintheworld).
What I need to say.
To him.
Is, "That's fine" (whenIreallywanttosaywhywhywhywhywhywhywhydoyoudothistome?).
What I need to spend.
On him.
Is nothing (thoughIwanttopamperandspoilhimandtreathimlikethekingheis,soworthyofmyworship).
What I need to be.
Outside.
Is prude and utterly Victorian (eventhoughmypiousecstacybringsmetomykneesandmakesmecoveteachdropofbloodthatpulsatesbeneathhisimmaculateskin).
What I need to stay.
Each day.
Is demure and shy (soevenhewontknowthatIwanttobiteintohimlikeforbiddenfruitandseducehimuntilhehasforgottenthefaceofgoodness).
What I need to see.
Is me.
Without him (ifthat'sevenpossibleconsideringthefactthat,everytimeiblinkmyeyes,I'minhisarmsagain--againandagainandagainandagain,harderandharderandharderstill).
What I need tonight.
Is him.
Just him (justhim).
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