
I wish she never swore,
because I swear
my mood had a real need
to take a piece of her.
Both the good and bad
sit equally on both my shoulders.
Bent over and spanked,
the naughty girl
and her look begs,
looms heavily over head.
Truly, she needs forever
to make it here, next to me.
I think yesterday
when I felt with the back of my hand
her skin was feverish,
it’s what started all this again.
The pressure in her throat builds,
she drops her eyes,
taking on the perfect loom
accidentally tearing at her sleeve.
Pinning both wrists
high over head
the consequence in living means
I get to take a piece of her
whenever she asks.
Everything is always temporary,
nothing ever sticks
even her pretty side
has this unmistakable side
that’s hard for her
to simply keep it simple.
Of course her star lit control
is often misguided,
she can never blame herself
it’s always someone else.
Quick to find out why
she turns to explain her embers,
but there is something
causing her eyes to tear.
All she ever truly wanted
was to have time and attention
to be exclusively hers.
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Was she asking for too much?
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I think all that anyone truly wants is ‘Time and attention’ to be theirs.
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