wouldn't i just look stunning
on your bed
clothes in a heap
on the floor
watch as you bed becomes
an operating table
and the ceiling light
becomes a surgical lamp
i have goosebumps.
wouldn't i look ravishing
with my clothes on and my
trembling fingers
trying their hardest
to unbutton my flannel
it's a proven fact that my nervousness
turn you on.
it's a proven facet that my nervousness
turns me off.
YOU ARE READING
The future has already past
PoésieWhile my mind urges me to write something more than I think I can be myself, I sit in my bed the light dimmed and music playing in the background trying to figure out why It's in this book that I will write more. I'm not even sure it matters. I'm...
