S L I C E D
Let us be true to one another
I want it to be as if I was myself and you were my mirror
Reflect, emotions, if only I knew
Walk through dimensions clear as diamond
Cut studded rings with flowery
Things
S l i c e d
Into ribbons that adorn long brown hair and lacy
Underwear
Sexy scandalous sweaty slicked sweet
Nothing
He’s asleep, and I don’t mind
Because I always told him I don’t play that way
Passion is designed for married people he said
Passion has nothing to do with sexual inclinations, elimination
Of what I fear most, complete submission
He’s asleep, and I don’t mind
Just the way I like it
He’s always turning corners
That leads to other bends in roads that don’t end
May I, run my hot pink manicured nails down his back
And fantasize about making him
Breathe so deeply, inhale my perfume
Relax and drive the way he wants to?
Passenger seat with the music low and hard, bass bumping
Thudding against my thighs
He’s not perfect, but the way his chest moves
Is the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen
We are so young but it’s been ceaselessly ours
He comes to visit me through my window
As strange as it is familiar I can’t forget
These kind of eyes
Copyright © Bella Cardenas | Year Posted 2007
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