squeeze the knob
and turn the key?
I can't
Your kiss undressing my smile
like an arrow of bees
on your candle lit bed
I can't
you're handcuffed
but I can't
I look at you, on your knees
as if in penitence
with your tiny bare feet
on the floor, by the window
looking at me as if waiting for...
patience...
sometimes pleasure
is a pressure cooker
and my mind is about to explode
roaming through the different avenues
what to do with you first?
and what do you want?
No, not that, so vanilla
throw your taboos out the window
open your shame closet
and tell me
what is it that you angst for?
and I smile like a fountain
when you tell me it's me
I could almost cry instead of...
I sit and ponder
dream in wonder
and drool in cherry chloroform
when I think of the love we make
I dip my finger
in lady Godiva chocolate
caught in the bondage and decadence
of your derriere in that skimpy black dress
like a baby grand piano
insanity, impatience
sleep deprivation, control
you've come for control
and at the edge of the bed
almost about to fall
we make love like a hanging bridge.
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