You can take your hands
to my
soft curves
and ravage me till we’re
sweating
from the exhaustion.

Anyone can
take my
soft curves
and ravage me till we’re
sweating
from the exhaustion.

No one can take my
trust
and ravage me till
I’m
sweating
from the exhaustion.

You won’t leave my
mind
tangled in
sweat soaked sheets
as I
cry
myself to sleep.

sleep.

sleep.

Tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick-tick

Find my body
on the shelf
and open me
for all to
see.

Stroke my pages,
read my words.

Grow hot from the
fire and
dripping passion
I can spew
without
blinking
(do you believe my
dark brown eyes?)

I will make you
shiver,
quake and
beg.

And you won’t
hear
me tell you
“please…don’t”

You will never hear me.

Night skies never talk.

Only cry.