a poem

20/20

how could i 

not desire you 

for myself

coveting more than 

stolen moments 

i give freely

and make believe

for a time

that you are mine

enduring 

the simpleness of passion

acting out with you

what i cannot express

to him

but try

i play t e a c her

and pet

only to "end up" the

B.I.T.C.H.

then he

rolls over

tired 

of pre t e n d ing

our chem is try

is nsinc

or on countertops

what about my

femininity

the softness

of me

you touch 

sensually

i know

i can not fall 

for you

autumn is only for a season

as they change

others will long

for your comfort

and you will 

go

as swift as

you came

a whirlwind

upgraded

to a tropical storm