I want you
so bad I can
sometimes feel you
deep inside me
even when you’re not
around.
Calm, you say
as you rile me up
for your own
enjoyment,
sitting back,
smoking your
cigarette like it
was your only source
of oxygen,
mocking me
with your eyes
and your silence;
it drives me crazy
makes me want you more.
Makes me want to
jump into your
lap and make
you moan.
Your abuse is gentle,
but your love
is fierce.
I can see no way
to escape
the trance
you put me in
when you bite your
lip
ever so
and draw me nearer
to them.
Make me crazy.
Your touch is
the fuel
for my
love machine,
and tonight
it’s working
double-duty.