Pizza Girl

All I want to do is fuck you.

Slither around your skin
Engulf your bulging silence.

I trickle the way water runs tasting bitter building blocks of life.
Twisting and begging against a man made of solid stone
Determined, shut down, to keep me wanting.

Anything.
I promise- I want it.
Ill hand you all the rope you need to hang me from--the shame of being trussed up is part of the game and I revel in it.

Say the word, and its yours

Or don't

The fires are stoked either way.

Boundaries

If I could push my fingertips through all that glass, I think I could decipher your lies and drink the truth.

And all I would taste is the bitterness of my own fears realized.

But I am insatiable when it comes to you.

Baggage

You know who you are:

Adoration and shame.
Mixed up desire, unrequited.

I scour my reflection for anything out of place saying

"For a woman of my age-it ain't all bad"

Don't sell yourself short-  escape and soar to amazing heights. Daring short skirts and leaving yourself wide open at night.

Thrill at the thought of being noticed, wanted.

And swallow it so hard and fast, hope Gutted burns in your chest, leaden.

A woman of my age and obligations.

Foolish.

You'd sell yourself short to consider it.

Consider me.

You know who you are.
And I know its not me.

Bumbling through corners to escape. Hiding a red face that's stayed too long.
Just ask me.

I look in the mirror and say

It ain't all bad.

But you know who you are.
And I know its not me.

Foolish anyway,
I wait for a call that will not come.