MY LOVER AND I

MY LOVER AND I





MY LOVER RESTS BETWEEN MY THIGHS
HIS TREASURED PLACE TO BE
SOFT, WARM, AND PERFUMED WITH ALL THAT IS ME

MY SKIN ONCE PALE, HAS BEEN COLOURED THE MOST DIVINE RED AND BLUE
I AM NOTHING BUT A CANVAS FOR HIS ARTISTIC HANDS TO PAINT ON

HE HAS WRECKED ME
BODY AND SOUL
MY BRUISED LIPS ARE HIS
MY LATENT BREASTS ARE HIS
MY SOFT, SLICKY JEWEL IS HIS
I AM A DEBRIS OF HIS ANGER, HIS LOVE AND HIS LUST

I OPEN UP AND ACCEPT HIM IN
A SIREN INTENT ON ALLURING A MAN TO SIN
IT IS MY FAULT
I HAVE BEWITCHED THE POOR MAN
A SAINT CAUGHT IN LILITH'S TRAP

MY MAMA AND PAPA LOVE HIM SO
OBLIVIOUS TO OUR AFFAIR
14 AND 39 TOGETHER IS INCONCEIVABLE
AN ATROCITY

A SECRET? HE ASKS
A SECRET, I REPLY
AND MY LOVER'S TONGUE TAKES ME TO THAT SPECIAL PLACE I LOVE