if you didn't make my heart ache
more than you make my body twist
and coil
and burn
this could probably work.
say my name.
not because i want to hear it,
but because i want to make sure
that you know it.
if not by heart
(you do nothing with heart)
then with tongue.
with fingers
and mouth
and a good hard slap
on my ass.
if you're not going to fuck off
and leave me be
i might as well get on,
get off.
forget that i don't matter to you,
possession is nine tenths
of the orgasm.
forget menage a trois,
handcuffs, melted wax,
the way you murmur
words,
hot words that burn my ears
and brand themselves
on my brain,
screaming daddy, begging for it,
against the wall,
over my head
and under my skirt.
the only fantasy in this situation,
is the way
i still stupidly believe
you care.
yeah, i will get out.
i'm not waiting for you to roll over
this time.
i'll take me,
my ridiculous mind
my irreverent humour,
my full lips
and quick laugh.
and the french lace panties
that i know make you
instant marble.
i'll take those,
and leave of my own accord.
call me.
(i won't pick up) |
Submission Name: and a good hard slap on my ass
