I try not to think
about the smell of your
deodorant
because whatever it is
drives me
off a cliff
into the abyss
of infatuation.
And I don't want to be tormented
with the thought
of fucking you
but alas I must
ride out these waves
of possession.
So yes,
I do see you in my dreams
using your exquisite lips
doing awful,
but exquisite things
to my body.
I imagine
pulling your
beautiful,
perfect
hair.
Of course,
I feel guilty
over such
horrific thoughts.
But honesty comes at a
very
very
high price
(as I have learned).
I am mostly remorseful
that I cannot be
who I am really
meant to be:
A god Damn
whore.
