I see you daily in my top three. Which hand do you use when I put a smile on your face? How do you take me in your greediest fantasy, or am I taking you? When you worship my name, do you muffle yourself?
Can I watch? Show me what I do to you.
Thursdays, you read my words. What else can you do with such immense restraint? How long will you draw out each lick of fire and breath? Do you wake agitated from vivid dreams of me bucking for you?
Can I play? It's more fun as two.
I’ll slip this in the boudoir of secrets I keep for you.
-Melissa Donley