i am an object of what you desire,
whether i'm the curtains
that keep the streetlights out or
the music box that puts you to sleep.
let me be the flaming candle's wick
that sets the mood; maybe even the fire
that creates a spark.
i'll be your blanket spread across you,
keep you warm and bring the heat.
i could be the pillow you tuck between your legs,
or the mattress you lay on
when our night is done.
i am an object first and a woman second,
but there's no better feeling
than being number one;
even if it's only after night has begun.
