you are nobody�s plaything but mine
the only word you must adhere to
is the word of your own loins
which beckons you
to gracefully graze my thigh

I want some of your mind
but more of your middle
pressed up against mine
let�s make a chamber
to keep secrets of our bodies

we can speak to the huddled
silenced lovers in the quiet
dark of the unacknowledged
but always present desire

can�t we show them
what it is to act out
what we really burn for?