affection like a faucet
turns me on
turns me off
and your verbal slaps smack me
like a slap to the brain

i feel like an otter
in front of a barge
needing to hide everything
every cute movement
from your impartial eye

never before has anyone made me
feel so detatched from the lust i feel
and so yanked around
with each ring of the phone
and each vague proposition

with affection like a faucet
you can turn it on and off
you control my breath
by holding my head
under the water